From the graves of our slain
    Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again—
    Hail, Liberty! Hail!

Long time didst thou dwell
    Mid the peoples that mourn,
Awaiting some voice
    That should bid thee return.

Ali, slow broke that day
    And no man dared call,
For the shadow of tyranny
    Lay over all:

And we saw thee sad-eyed,
    The tears on thy cheeks
While thy raiment was dyed
    In the blood of the Greeks.

Yet, behold now thy sons
    With impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
    Seeking Freedom or Death.

From the graves of our slain
    Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again
    Hail, Liberty! Hail!