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Kampens väg (The Path of Struggle) - Swedish Trade Unionists

(Use subtitles for translation of banner) Desolation lay the land the land of stones The land of spruce lichen and spruce And the earth gave life to worms and eagles Lemurs and wolves among snow-capped mountains But then one morning your feet rose Large and heavy on untrodden ground And the land it seized you with hungry arms And fighting against you on life and on death But man's strength it would triumph Although the rock was colored red But freedom was drowned in the reign of the whips Private property enslaved you And the earth drank blood, and the earth shed tears And the thistles grew on the grave of the slaves But then one morning your battle cry was raised The class struggle was born with an ax and a stick And the chief's warriors swung the swords And fought against you on life and on death But man's strength it would triumph Although the settlement was colored red In a plague-ravaged land you ditched the marshes And the ground yielded crops thanks to your sweat But the land was seized and soon you had to plow Just to feed a rich man But then one morning you were standing by the cottages Ready to fight for fields and bread And the lord's servants raised their rifles And fought against you on life and on death But man's strength it would triumph Although the village road turned red One day the baron said: Get out of my field Your work does not make me rich enough And you came to the city hungry and frozen Where you got a job at the nearest factory But then one morning the fires went out Your fists were raised and you went on strike And the bourgeoisie's jacks with whips and sabers They fought against you for life and for death But man's strength it would triumph And the flag it was colored red Oh, you who have carried my seed through the night Was it just to see me give up I swear by your name that it was not in vain You bore these torments and bore this hope For perhaps tomorrow we stand as brothers When the working class makes revolution May the armies of the bourgeoisie march against us And fight against us on life and on death For man's strength shall triumph once again Although the paving stone must be colored red