The oppressed... lowest will rise
The oppressed... lowest will rise
The oppressed on march to plague city
With black banner above their heads
No masters and no more kings
Your divine destiny burn to the ground
The oppressed... lowest will rise
The oppressed... lowest will rise
The oppressed on march to plague city
With black banner above their heads
Cleanse your soul with righteous fire
Stop being a slave of masters desires
Choose the path to be your own
Destroy all the fetters
That prevent you live
Make rulers suffer
As they did to your people
Fire... burn to the ground
Fire... we rebels sons
The oppressed... lowest will rise
The oppressed... lowest will rise
Burn to the ground
Burn to the ground
Burn to the ground