A reading of O Working Man, a "hymnal" for the big, evil corporation in http://wintersoasis.com/, which inspired the piano version. No, my voice is not usually that raspy and deep; it was an intentional affectation. Credit for the first verse goes to a friend of mine; the rest, I wrote. It was inspired by what little I know about Communist marching songs.

See also http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8790851/ for an instrumental version.

The former world is dead and gone;
The world now is its tomb.
But we, the resurrectionists,
Shall rummage through its bones--
With wit, word, and arithmetic,
Our courage to the fore,
We'll build the old world new again,
But better than before!

O working man of flesh and bone,
Whose hands know naught but toil,
Come, gather 'round our brazen throne,
And hear the water boil!
With steam, with gear, with mighty cog,
We shall seize nature's land;
O working man, O anger'd dog,
Come, bite thy master's hand!

O working man of hand and mind,
Naraka shelters thee;
In with ours is your lot twined:
Together are we free!
Look upon yon distant shores,
And feel no need to cower,
For safe within rests what is yours,
In our metal bower!

O working man of mortal flesh,
An idea lives eternal;
While soul is from body thresh'd,
Thoughts 'scape the lands infernal.
Gather near, O working men,
And join us in our fight:
We'll wash the world clean from its sin,
With science's purest light!

O working man, O working man,
Your acts shall live forever;
When your body lies but sand,
Your children still endeavour.