To exist on your knees as a slave,
they bear a free wing.
They go to die for freedom,
they die, but they live.

On your knees you take the yoke,
they did not kill you, but are you alive?
You shove your people into bondage
because you go into it first.

On your knees you surrender to a man,
to serve eternal evil.
Unless you are fighting for the truth —
on my knees I go to God.