Fortress Chains

By the shores of Cape Coast,

the stones hold the sighs We stood in the dark where the

cold water cries

A doorway of no return,

locking our fate

Whispers of freedom

outside of the gate

Oh, Gold Coast,

your children are gone (carrying the flame) But the drum in our

chest

keeps on beating till dawn

(always the same)

We will rise from the deep,

we will sing of the land

Bound in the belly

of timber and chain But the rhythm of Volta still runs through

our vein

No ocean can wash out the names of our kings

In every new soil,

the diaspora sings

Oh, Gold Coast, your children are gone (carrying the flame) But the

drum in our chest

keeps on beating till dawn (always the same) We will rise from

the deep, we will sing of the land

We remember Ghana

(we return, we return)