Comrades, the horn of revolution!
Come help me bring down this ruined throne!…
NONENTITY ANTS!
Carrying the bloated
body of the richness and power
So we lit the torches and
picked up the bloody pitchfork
Build bridges with our flesh and blood
Your bones will be crushed in bricks
Put on your skin when it’s fresh
Your soul will be sealed in jail
Squeeze all your spirit
For era trapped as footstool
For the crown and the dreaded
Your slavery will be endless
They’ll break down at your feet
You are an endless slave in heaven
For generations and generations …
Comrades, the horn of revolution!
Come help me bring down this ruined throne!…