This is the dark time, my love, br All round the land brown beetles crawl about br The shining sun is hidden in the sky br Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow br This is the dark time, my love, br It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears. br It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery br Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious br Who comes walking in the dark night time? br Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass br It is the man of death, my love, the stranger invader br Watching you sleep and aiming at your dream.