Sudden Mountain winds combs through spreading strands,
Over the shoulders, locks dash freely till hands.
A freedom fighter recruited for liberation war,
A forest solder oathed for stubborn war,
In Nyandarwa, I roar hard gun to the pole-star.
Braving two grave battles a week,
Till the invader’s spirit is split, the colonialist blood must ceaselessly leak.
Our Generals are both brave and fierce
Enduring bombs, jiggers, lice, cold, hunger, difficult terrain and severities,
For land and freedom, our gallant patriots delight the gunpowder to face.
The platoon oath we swore on prompts us to fulfill our national duties
Till the Union Jack fall in disgrace, our battalions are ready to pay the bitter price.


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