Dry is the land
Where the church needs wood
And the saints are men
The cross we hold in hands
We chart the holy songs
In the face of death

Run, run, soldier run
If you have legs run, run, run
Who wants to stay?
Who wants to fight?
You may stay but you will surely die
Poems will be written
The republic will be heard
The land will lie in ruins
Always burned by the sun

San Sebastian
San Sebastian will not return
Why should we wait here for the day?

Staring at the sky forever
Waiting for the rain to fall
How much time it doesn't matter
We'll wait for the rain to fall

Over our heads the silence will end
The cross and the drought rule the land
Welcome to the resistance come
Welcome to the resistance come
Send them away!

Tell me how the story ends
Dry their bones, no graves for them

Through certain death the silence did end
The mob and the cross rule the land
Welcome to the resistance come
Welcome to the resistance come

After the fight a new day shall
It shall arise
Dust to dust
Dust to sand
And dry is the land