I was raised under the double sun
Where the sandy winds take breath
And a brimming cup from a Beduine
Is a knell of certain death
My uncle tried to hold me back
Feared my father's blood in me
That might, too well he understood
Bring pain and agony
But now he's buried, left behind
And countless stars pass by my eyes
I don't forget, I'll take revenge
I will succeed and turn this page
Death followed me, it tracked us down
Black as night glares its baneful moon
How can we hope for victory
Before this harbinger of doom
The fire roars without remorse
Soon one by one, the voices die
I'm left alone, I'm on my own
A final chance, and then we're gone
But through despair, a voice long passed
Speaks calming words, a solemn song
What I once knew, I leave behind
I close my eyes and mass my mind
Time freezes, seconds turn to years
A fleeting moment, then it's gone
I will succeed, I will prevail
The force is with me, I won't fail!
Daughters and sons of the rebellion
Come, heed the call of history
Our blood shall spill, our arms shall break
But certain is our victory
Warriors of Yavin IV, stand your ground, you've come so far
Come, heed the call of history (the call of history)
Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack
We hold our ground, no turning back
The restless moon will light our path
Shine one last time, succumb to wrath
Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack
We hold our ground, no turning back
Victorious rose, defeated fell
The first ray newborn dawn will tell