The night has (to) came down Like the sickle of doom Like the knife of a ripper That meats a bloody womb
Everlasting nuclear winter Heals a scars by deadly breath Can the mankind find salvation In the thoughts about a death?
Molten skin is direly shining Mutilated flesh rots Twisted mind has been erupted In this man the cursed world finds out it’s own tragic end ...in the sight of Insane…
An agony and tortures Were devoured mutated corpses And the human looks forewords Every minute of fading existence has a significant cost …in the sight of Insane…
In the years or in the centuries Memories was struck down Spreading screams of pain he’s dying World is eternally dying too in this last man
An agony and tortures Were devoured mutated corpses Moan is tearing mortal body’s apart While the light of dusking Earth leaves the sight of Insane…