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