Arise, you prisoners of starvation, arise, you wretched of the earth, for justice thunders condemnation. A better world's in birth. No more the chains of ruling nations, so all you slaves stand firm and tall. The world will rise on new foundations. We who were nothing shall be whole. It's the last hour of combat. Let each stand in his place. The Internationale will free the human race. It's the last hour of combat. Let each stand in his place. The Internationale will free the human race.