Into the gray city that wailed and cried

We marched waving banners red

They promised in the names of those who had died

In our fraternity forged in hot lead

They promised us an equal share of it all

Rich man and poor man, hand in hand

For all to eat in the king's great hall

Comradeship and peace across the great land

But what did we earn in the end?

Greedy politicians who grabbed all the wealth

To the camps and prisons our friends they'd send

And left our great nation in dwindling health

Now the red banners lay abandoned; forgotten and torn

Like the ideas of revolution; like night in the morn