From the forest floor fumes rise; in wind thick mist sway.
As war with savagery increase, rival troops in warfronts their talents display
In frontiers, piles on piles of corpses on gun powder lay.
At sight of blood, how cannot the General’s locks with grief turn gray?
Braving two grave battles a day
The Land and Freedom Army fights well barbarian to dismay;
Till independence is regained, in Nyandarwa, heroes there and roaring will remain
Oh! Flowers from bombs in Kirinyaga forest will wilt in vain.
Pain or death the oath we swore on still remains!