Beneath the statues of past glory
Lay a woman with hair of white, hear her story.
She was born in a village of hay and livestock
Growing up, growing older, her destiny will be unlocked.
In a city of pearls, gold and bronze
She will save us all from the fate of pawns.
Gold spear one hand, silver balance in the other
The Woman of White will cultivate the flames, and never let them smother.
For the flames are the embers of our hope, with them we will be free.
Man will walk the earth without the strings of the elder, come and see!
Brother and mother, no longer confined to the strings of the marionette
And we will be released from the shackles, liberated, without debt.
Sister and father, have patience, have faith
Thank God that this war will end without scathe
Instead of fearing for another day, endure a little longer.
Keep your flame alight, remember the tale, and you will grow stronger.
If you must, repeat again the story
Of a village far away, beneath the statues of past glory.