Their Hooves Carve Craters in the Earth

The memories of revolution disappear as the wind shifts
But a mighty, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud crime--it rumbles in
distant thunder
And do you not see how the sky grows presciently silent and dark?
Propaganda must be by deed: insurrection, assassination, bombing
Resignation is death
Revolt is life
I will never willingly wear the chains of your sacred concepts: Natural Law,
Common Humanity, Reason, Justice, The People
There is no hope in conditioned morality
I deny everything and affirm only myself
We can all enter this bitter class struggle
We are all ordinary workers, natives
We must rise in revolt if we will rise in this world
Resignation is death
Revolt is life