through the haunts of daily life,
where is waged the daily strife
common qwants and common cares
cuts the human heart with snares

from the workhouse and the prison
pale as corpses newly risen
knives are drawn now let them see
standing tall that say they're free
from the haunts of daily life
where is waged the daily strife
common wants and common cares
cuts the human heart with tears

rise like lions after a slumber in
in greatly unknowable numbers
free the blood that must ensue
we are many and they are few

Halak