Red Vanguard - Ballad of Joe Hill

The song Ballad of Joe Hill by Red Vanguard.
[Lyrics]
Thunder rolls over the factory skies, Steel and sweat, where the eagle flies.
In the land of the free, under starlit nights,
A voice cries out for the worker's rights.
From the shores of Sweden to the storming mills,
Rose a hero, they called him Joe Hill.
With a guitar in hand, in the fight entwined,
His songs a weapon, his words a sign.
Raise your voices, fists in the air, Joe Hill's spirit, everywhere!
For every worker in the darkest night, His song’s a beacon, burning bright.
From the depths of despair, in the courts of men,
They framed our hero, with a bitter pen.
"Murder," they cried, with no proof to show,
For the real crime was striking a blow.
They could silence the man, but not the cause,
His dream of justice, without pause.
Raise your voices, fists in the air, Joe Hill's spirit, everywhere!
For every worker in the darkest night, His song’s a beacon, burning bright.
On a cold November morning, came the final stand,
Joe faced the firing squad, a red card in his hand.
"Don't mourn for me," were the words he said,
"Organize!"
From the ashes, his legacy spread.
Now, a century passed, under the watchful skies,
The eagle still flies, where the spirit never dies.
In the songs of the workers, his voice rings true,
Joe Hill ain't dead, he's in me and you.
He's in me and you!
Raise your voices, fists in the air, Joe Hill's spirit, everywhere!
For every worker in the darkest night, His song’s a beacon, burning bright.