Lyrics

I see the world through history’s lens A clash of classes that never ends The struggle breathes in every stone Each rising empire soon is dethroned

Oh The hammer strikes The anvil sings Revolutions rise on broken wings Through dialectics The truth unfolds The workers' fire turns iron to gold

The bourgeois feast while the poor toil below A system built on the seeds of woe From contradictions New worlds are born The old ways shattered The veil is torn

Oh The hammer strikes The anvil sings Revolutions rise on broken wings Through dialectics The truth unfolds The workers' fire turns iron to gold

Material forces drive the stage The struggle written on every page Thesis and antithesis collide Synthesis blooms where they divide

I speak for those whose voices fade The hands that built what greed has made But history bends The tide will turn In the workers' flame The future burns

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