They turn the clock back, they seize the time In the year zero no room for the sublime Dusk rests upon us, the years of red twilight Force us to submit and wither deep down inside Pre- For an anthem I sing, for a word I speak I'll be rewarded in the dark corridor For a line I write, for a thought I think I'll be rewarded with a bullet through my neck I must forget my name, leave past behind I'm crawling at their feet in this genocide Death is the only rule, with pain they feed I'm torn up by the roots like a poisoned weed Hammering hand over the land grinds us to dust Cuts every life short Whispering chant over the land echoes and fades Here only the silent survive Pain, starvation, sick creation Piles of skulls and bones I see it all They turn the clock back, they seize the time In the year zero no room for the sublime Dusk rests upon us, the years of red twilight Force us to submit and wither deep down inside Pre-