Letras:
Risen To Fight For Justice

minds And wickedness at hand For deep within their castle They sat and laughed while people died They never cared for anyone But others of their kind For

will rise above, standing tall and proud. Working class above--Blue Blood. Working class will rise above, we will not forget. Working class above--Blue Blood. Working class will rise

, turn around And grab my gun, to rise against the pigs Communista, realista But I resist the instincts as they make you fucking kneel down Suck, spit, respect Fight

name of Wotan Where Gods summon for deathly combat We follow as always faithful to fight and war Among fires and clashing steel In the flames of rising

a fist for the fight; we made courage out of the dawn, to forge conscience and freedom from the tyrants! [???] We are like fire, that burnt for freedom

fight, wonder why we?re hostile False prophet make profit, focused on them pocket White collar false docket, door open, can?t lock it Politics, polytricks, equal econometricks (Where is the justice?) Death toll rising

to sleep for nothing, I'm left to beat the sun And my breath, they keep it rushing, my chest, with deep percussion If death and sleep are cousins, then justice

when the boss man thundered Seventy hours was his weekly chore He asked for little and less was granted Lest given little then he'd ask for more

for one and one for all So don't stand back - we are unite - you are not alone Let us fight - fight - not alone Fight, fight, fight, fight 'Cause we