Let us lift our heads,
Open wide our hearts,
Truth shall set us free,
Victory is ours!
The spirit of Vendée lives on,
No lie can ever slay it,
We kneel only before God,
The red plague has flooded the world.
Yet the world has always hated us,
So it surprises no one,
Let a pure soul guide us,
Victory is ours!
We’ll build churches on the rock,
Carve them with blood in our souls,
Oh, I do not flee, my Lord,
From Spain, I’ve turned back already.
Wherever You cast me,
Wherever You send me,
No longer will I shut my soul to Your call,
Like Jeremiah, I’ll speak.
I’ll cry out and save the lambs,
But who ever heeded a prophet?
So too, they’ll not hear me,
I’ll fade into the oblivion of human folly.
Yet always with You,
Always for You,
The soul’s weeping is silent,
The faithful will not hear it.
So remember me,
For the hyenas will tear me apart.



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