We Are the Black Stars

Na na na na na na. Boots to the pitch We march

like thunder. Kente threads pride we under. The ball rolls, hearts unfold.

Gold dust in the air. Stories told. From Kumasi to Accra streets.

Victory's a flavor, the sweetest feast. Sweat glistens We glimmer in the night.

Black stars rising, burning bright. We are the black stars. Shining through the

dark skies. We are the black stars. We are the black stars.

Reaching where the skies are. We are the black stars. Neck shakes,

defenders quake. We don't bend, we don't break. Flag flying, eagles crying.