To the workers of Azurlavai
You who toil in the fields, in the mines, the factories, the shops
You who will never receive any of what you labor for
It does not matter how much sweat pours from your brow
It does not matter that your back breaks
Everything you work for belongs to the state
The military machine that will take your labor and turn it into weapons
Who will march your sons and daughters off to foreign wars
And crush the voice of any who speak out against them
You will get nothing back from them
Fear has driven your mind
Fear of the unknown
Fear for your safety
You have made concessions to an unjust military regime, and have been indoctrinated to not even realize you are enslaved by it
The day is coming when we will break the chains, destroy the machine of war, restore the rights of the worker
Then, on that day when the Kollective stands high
Your labor will mean everything
JOIN THE REVOLUTION!
BREAK THE CHAINS!
DOWN WITH THE STRATOCRACY!