Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, and the bombs in air Gave us proof through the night that our flag was still there
And the flag marked with blood, with the blood of our hands And our hands marked with death, with the blood of a man And a man on the cross, and the cross on our hearts Has it done nothing more, than to drive us apart?
And the rockets red glare and the bombs in the air Gave us proof through the night that our flag was still there
And the flag marked with blood, with the blood of our hands And our hands marked with death, with the blood of a man And a man on the cross, and the cross on our hearts Has it done nothing more, than to drive us apart?