High on the rock it stands
Symbol of nation's pride
Tragedy

Written on sands of time

Cry to the sky

Over the Dead Sea
Stones will keep thy call
Massada will never fall


Three years of dreadful siege
Zealots held the onslaught

Until the foe
Brought down the stronghold's walls


One by one
They cut throats of the friends
With words of freedom

Zealots committed suicide
They died!


Since immemorial time
Battles tortured this land
In my song

Martyrs to freedom are praised