Open your chest and fell that wind Wind of demolition and nuclear dust Cleansing winds of closed history It screams like a song of fallen humanity
Can you see that burning landscape? Residence of murderers Residence of pain With the power of clear mind you will see the end With the power of clear mind you will able to recognize this martyrdoms of rotted bodies
Look around and listen to sound The silence stands everywhere Open your chest and fell that wind Wind of demolition and nuclear dust
All oxigen has gone out Your lungs full of ashes Your martyrdoms will be endless