In the night of Tammisaari, the twinkling of the stars are not visible, there the whips and bayonets stick from belts on each side. They want to show their masters how to beat those who have already been beaten down. So they fulfill the task that their masters gave them meticulously.
Under the whip, only few are bent, only a few without strength are exhausted from battles. We walk straight after all this, even though the herd of greyhounds beat us. Go back no step, the night is darker there.
This is not arrogance, nor is it defiance of fate. We walk the path of battles and will always remember: our class is the creator of everything, and the battle for it is enormous. It's also the protection of our battle, that's why the sky is so safe.
Don't worry our class is up, we will never let you down. The struggle in front of us is noble, this is the way we go. The vanguard of us, it inspires the struggle and the victims on the path of the struggles it teaches to give.
In the night of Tammisaari, the flame of hate still flares. Not in the hard work of a slave, our forces should not fall. With our class side by side we will give the last blow. Down with the oppressive parasites, down with their dark executors!