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

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