No fear of what's to come,
The flaming torch you hold casts its own light,
On the institutions,
Their chains are broken, lying at your feet,
Eagle perched at your side,
You do not oppress with your behavior,
Though the miserable around you hide,
Their chains have become too comfortable,
Where would they go, if free?
They'd have to carry a heavy burden,
For what they do,
Something that you embrace,
There is nothing more difficult, my friend,
Than daring to show the world your true face.