At Your Grave, Maypagasa!
And once again, it’s thirty past,
my heart beats fierce, a steadfast fire,
For now you call us, bold and true,
to gather where your deeds inspire.
To Maragondon’s fateful ground,
where justice broke and blood was sown,
The soil, once torn by treachery,
now blooms a grave of stone upon.
On this day bright with freedom’s flame,
in every heart, your fight revives,
We come with reverence and resolve,
to honor how your spirit thrives.
The morning sun through palm trees gleams,
as winds of freedom gently blow,
Its rays, like whispers from the past,
light up your cross for us to know.
The courage of those who defied,
who raised the banner, stood their ground,
Still flows through hills, through sea and sky,
from your grave where our strength is found.
And those in chains, their voices hushed,
their dreams of freedom held in strain,
Were fed by hope that would not die,
for in their hearts, your grave remained.
When our people, strong and proud,
shall face the trials that yet may come,
The grave you bore will shine above,
and lead us to a brighter sun.
Next year, perhaps, I won’t be here,
but how can I not heed your call?
For when my comrades rise again,
I’ll stand before your grave with all.
Through your fight, I see our past,
no other future can I seek,
For year by year, I’ll stand and cry,
Present! where your grave will speak.