Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!
Arise, ye wretched of the earth!
For justice thunders condemnation,
A better world’s in birth!
No more tradition’s chains shall bind us,
Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall!
The earth shall rise on new foundations,
We have been naught, we shall be all!
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
We want no condescending saviors
To rule us from a judgement hall;
We workers ask not for their favors;
Let us consult for all.
To make the thief disgorge his booty,
To free the spirit from its cell,
We must ourselves decide our duty,
We must decide and do it well.
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
Toilers from shops and fields united,
The union we of all who work;
The earth belongs to us, the workers,
No room here for the shirk.
How many on our flesh have fastened!
But if the noisome birds of prey
Shall vanish from the sky some morning,
The blessed sunlight will stay.
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
’Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place,
The International Party
Shall be the human race.
Shall be the human race.