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 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 Burn to the ground