Il Organizatione

For forty years has grown underneath
In shallow snow, what hides the shows in thaw
The organisation is growing stronger by day

The seed was sown in dim lighted grounds
It's the harvest time, as they sow shall they reap
Our longing's been long, now let revenge be sweet

A cog in the machinery
If progress is the charge then we
Are guilty in the 1st degree
The movement has become an industry

Rebellion red, it flies no white flag
The underdogs let no lying dogs sleep
The organisation treat high treason with care

We do to them, what they've done to us
For forty years of oppression and woe
Fight fire with fire is a worn out phrase

If lives the cost then let it be
A dissident's an enemy
In failure put no tails between our legs; we
Turn defeat into victory