Bright traces of blood on the
crags of Jangbaek still gleam,
Still the Amnok carries along
signs of blood in its stream.
Still do those hallowed traces
shine resplendently
Over Korea ever flourishing
and free.

Tell, blizzards that rage in the wild
Manchurian plains,
Tell, you nights in forests deep
where the silence reigns,
Who is the partisan whose deeds
are unsurpassed?
Who is the patriot whose fame
shall ever last?

So dear to all our hearts is
our General’s glorious name,
Our own beloved Kim Il Sung
of undying fame.

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