For forty years has grown underneath In shallow snow, what hides the shows in thaw The organisation is growing stronger by day
The seed was sown in dim lighted grounds It’s the harvest time, as they sow shall they reap Our longing’s been long, now let revenge be sweet
A cog in the machinery If progress is the charge then we Are guilty in the 1st degree The movement has become an industry
Rebellion red, it flies no white flag The underdogs let no lying dogs sleep The organisation treat high treason with care
We do to them, what they’ve done to us For forty years of oppression and woe Fight fire with fire is a worn out phrase
If lives the cost then let it be A dissident’s an enemy In failure put no tails between our legs; we Turn defeat into victoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.