Blood, blood, bloody night
The poor stand up and fight
Marquises, kings and all this vermin
Hunted up in burning streets
Fight, fight, fight with rage
Their menials are locked up in cage
The spirit of the rebel lives
We stand up to break our chains
We'll give you suffer and pain
We'll catch you in your air
You have to pay for your blame
That's the way they lived and reigned
Too many people died in their dungeon
Now pain's too hard if it's for their profit
No reason why you have to stay
The wealth you squeezed out of our lives
We stand up to break our chains
We'll give you suffer and pain
We'll catch you in your air
You have to pay for your blame