Born among the feuds, veiled in every word Maintained by cult, eternal rite of deceptive kind Victorious royal breed, severe establishment Who trades entire nations for a gold Divide majority, to reave minority They dredge the ancient rule on poverty Never to satisfy, never to have enough Until the savaged throng persists no more
Torn, divided world, endures iniquity, again, To bloom despite the pain To rise once more, in blood, in the same old shape
Now, behold! Between us both another jar is sown Dissension grows till the primer blows So hard to comprehend, who pulls all the strings When strike comes suddenly straight from the back Divide and conquer all, upon the quarreled mob Their hands go down to take each golden crumb Divide majority, to reave minority Until collected wealth exists no more
Torn, divided world, endures iniquity, again, To bloom despite the pain To rise once more, in blood, in the same old shape