Light the spark
So that fire may burn once more for the Earth
Now dying creator
At the fault of few men
Vanguard, lead my hand
We may slay the might of greed
Comrades in arms
Union grants us strength
Division grants only death
No war but the class war
Feast upon thy lord
Suffering lies in the blood soaked hands
Of the ones who claim to care and serve
These leeches won't win
A conciense is yours to own
A living is ours to own
Our world is ours to own
For all who weep will spill the blood of tyrants
For we shall stand together as one