Raise your flags brave comrades, the winds are picking up|Do you hear them sing and rattle, do you hear their mighty call?|Raise your fists brave comrades, a mighty cheerful roar|This brittle world's foundations, do you feel them shudder to the bone?||Many wretched souls are calling, in hunger and in pain|The forgotten and downtrodden, used up for greed in vain|Don't turn your heads brave comrades, their cry will be your strength|To the valiant flag we rally, have heart and look ahead||Too long we have been beaten, oppressed and abused|A life of toil our sentence, our only crime our birth|But now our chains are broken, our fury rages just|From their marble towers, we will cast them down||Ref.|Rise up and march, brave comrades, through fire and despair!|Rise up and march, brave comrades, for victory is near!