Babel 17 - Darkest Years текст песни

It was a cruel time, without a slightest future…
Terror, anguish & death…
Like an unreal dream in a shameful world…
Through the darkest years…

Human plague weights heavy, the sermon of terror…
Is always on my mind…
Distress is everywhere, their power is endless…
We are at death's door…

Blind world, darkest years… (x3)

Power at all cost, it's more precious than blood…
The hangmen of this world…
What can be built, on the ruins of slaughter ?
Only the cycleness… (??)
No place for love… violence for a morbid waste…
Where's the strategy ?!
No place for love… violence for a morbid waste…
Not much hope in this !!!

Blind world, darkest years… (x3)

Blind world, blind world, blind world,
Darkest years, darkest years, darkest years, darkest years !!