The Internationale (Eugène Pottier and Pierre De Geyter)

Arise ye workers from your slumbers

Arise ye prisoners of want

For reason in revolt now thunders

And at last ends the age of cant.

Away with all your superstitions

Servile masses arise, arise

We'll change henceforth the old tradition

And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale shall lead the human race.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale shall lead the human race.

No more deluded by reaction

On tyrants only we'll make war

The soldiers too will take strike action

They'll break ranks and fight no more

And if those cannibals keep trying

To sacrifice us for their pride

They soon shall hear the bullets flying

We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale shall lead the human race.

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale shall lead the human race.