Land to Biafra, consecrated nation,
Oh fatherland, this is our solemn pledge: Defending thee shall be a dedication , spilling our blood we’ll count a privilege ; The waving standard which emboldens the free shall always be our flag of liberty.
We shall emerge triumphant from this ordeal, and through the crucible unscathed we’ll pass;
When we are poised the wounds of battle to heal, we shall remember those who died in mass;
Then shall our trumpets peal the glorious song of victory we scored o’er might and wrong.
Oh God, protect us from the hidden pitfall, Guide all our movements lest we go astray; Give us the strength to heed the humanist call:
“To give and not to count the cost” each day; Bless those who rule to serve with resoluteness, to make this clime a land of righteousness.