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