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- Desolate was the land - the land of rocks
- The land of pine - of reindeer moss and slab
- And the earth nourished worms and eagles
- Lemmings and wolves amongst snowdressed mountains
- But so one morning rose your feet
- Big and heavy on untrampled ground
- And the land took you with hungry arms
- And fought against you for life or death
- But the strength of humanity would be victorious
- Though the mountain slabs were colored red
- But the freedom was drenched by the empire of whips
- Private property took you as slave
- And the earth drank blood and the earth drank tears
- And the thistles grew on the slaves graves
- But so one morning a battle cry rose
- The class struggle was born with axe and spear
- And the chiefs fighters swung their sowrds
- And fought against you for life or death
- But the strength of humanity would be victorious
- Though the settlement was colored red
- In plagued land you ditched the marshes
- and the earth gave you growth as thank for your sweat
- But the earth was seized and soon you were to plough
- only to feed a rich mans lineage
- But then one morning you stood outside the cabins
- Ready to fight for farm land and bread
- And the landowners knights raised their rivles
- And fought against you for life or death
- But the strength of humanity would be victorious
- Though the village trail was colored red
- One day the baron said: Leave my farmlands
- Your work does not make me rich enough
- And hungry and cold you came to the city
- Where you got work at nearest factory
- But so one morning the fires died out
- Fists were risen and you went to strike
- And the knights of the bourgeois with their whips and sabers
- They fought against you for life or death
- But the strength of humanity would be victorious
- And the flag was colored red
- And you, that has carried my seed through the night
- Was it all to see me give up
- I swear by your name that it was not all for nothing
- You carried this pain and carried this hope
- For maybe tomorrow we stand as brothers
- When the working class starts revolution
- May the hoards of the bourgeois march towards us
- And fight against us for life or death
- For the strength of humanity shall yet again be victorious
- Even though the paving shall be colored red
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