Children begging at the streets at night
Knocking on cars till the morning light
People standing in line for a kilo of rice
Welcome to the dark ages, the era of lies

Dreams of progress, of visions gone mad
Mendiola's still drenched with innocent blood
Demolition men rumbles through smokey mountain homes
Darkness indeed, justice dressed in gloom

But I'll go not gently into the night
Rage against the dying of the light
Sing a song about this terrible sight
Rage until the lightning strikes
Go not gently, go not gently, go not gently
And rage with me

And the names and faces of the tyrants change
But poverty, pain and murder remains
And the voices of truth are locked up in chains
Darkness remains, freedom in flames