Land of the morning
Child of the sun returning
With fervor burning
Thee do our souls adore.


Land dear and holy,
Cradle of noble heroes,
Ne'er shall invaders
Trample thy sacred shores.


Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds
And o'er thy hills and seas;
Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb
Of glorious liberty.


Thy banner dear to all hearts
Its sun and stars alright,
Oh, never shall its shining fields
Be dimmed by tyrants might.


Beautiful land of love, oh land of light,
In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie;
But it is glory ever when thou art wronged
For us thy sons to suffer and die.



Pin00bs, we deem thee worthy of our steel. Prepare for invaders trampling the sacred shores. Prepare to suffer and to die.

One Man's Army declares on The Pinoy Alliance.