Where’er you stand, my fellow Beings,
Be it hill or plain or street,
That sky is yours – is ours, we’re seeing
As is the land beneath our feet.
False Flags and red rags wildly flap
Their fears are greater than are ours.
Enough of all this evil crap!
This is our time; this is our hour.
That we are many, be assured,
That ye are mighty, realise
We’re wasting time we can’t afford
Awake! Come forth! Uprise!