Letra de Unbowed

Inequality sown in fields of bloodshed and plunder This is the end Born under the bitter yoke and marked with their history This is the end of our freedom We're heirs of a secular exploitation Cut off from our social and natural condition From bloody hands justice will be done Our time has come Reform is needed Subjugated by the State By the legal principle that land ownership is individual property Born to bleed Born to fight Born to persevere The exclusion is an integral part of the capital