We loathe the tyrants' crowns
We deem that chains turn (make) the people into a martyr
The thrones are covered with the blood of the peoples
In their own blown we shall redden our enemies.
A ferocious death is awaiting all the enemies
All the parasites of the working classes
Vengeance and death for all the plutocratic tsars
The solemn hour of victory is near.
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