The people of God were not born To be enslaved And to live in pain In the devil's domain The people of God shouldn't live in the red And have unanswered prayers See the land of promise And yet perish in the desert... And that's why I go, I go, I go, I go To Mount Sinai Get the promise of my Father The slavery is over I have made my decision Israel carried the gold Of those who oppressed him I am an Israelite too True Abraham's descendant I'm no longer a slave! And that's why I go, I go, I go, I go To Mount Sinai Get the promise of my Father He hears my cry And answers from above He prepared us a good land That flows with milk and honey God swore unto Abraham To make us a great nation I'm no longer a slave!