Say have we not, comrades
got the highest grade one can get?
When from the magnats of exploitation
we've been honored and appreciated so
that they put us on the black list
as dangerous towards their state.
It is to us a cheerful honor
It shows that they are scared of our hate!

We're born in the shanties of poverty
as slaves for King Capital
but we were of the kind that cause trouble
we were lacking pack animal mentality
we were no fitting crew
on the thieves rotting flatboat!
We perhaps sang out a truth
and we were given an honor-diploma.

Our backs were not soft enough
our souls were not of gelatine
We refused to be devoured
as broth by the exploiters supper!
We demanded human value
and right for us and our class
Even though we knew, that what we demanded
Was such that had to be taken by violence

Comrades of the black list
They think they've wounded us well
But they've created fire out of spark
from a hate that was not to be taken lightly!
We shall prove us worth the honor
we've got in our black grades!
We shall use what we have learned,
we'll get payback and the interest will be heavy!

We'll take the homeless life
We'll take having empty stomachs
Because the faith of our lords is written
far worse by the masses judgement!
It's growing, it's growing, it's growing!
The outcasts revenge is here!
The revolt is haunting in the windows
of the human flesh store!

We see how the slaves are awakening,
we see how the fists are clenched
How the whipped backs are straightening
we hear how the shackles are broken
It was not for nothing, our struggle
That gave us our black medal
Because victory belongs to the Red, in the last battle of the classes!
Because victory belongs to the Red, in the last battle of the classes!