It is perfect time to pray Coming reaping Saturday The reactor number 4 Calls upon the servants of death Victims of atomic fire Only have a one desire To reflect unexpected threat Spite of all to survive
Attacked by nuclear blasts Their lives go into past Destined to give soul to God Go into dark
Barren on one hundred years Load bearing fear all living things This contaminated ground Which dominates hellhound - Soul harvester!
Sunlight grown dull, woods turned black in this place The tumor was formed on the already scarred planet face There is no hope of salvation on leprous land Civilization has took the next step by the end
Deathly silence instead children's laughter Sky is crying by nuclear rain Lives of innocent sleepers were mutilated by disaster And having woken they had endless pain
Sons pay for the fathers sins People not a payment means All troubles because of human imbecility Price is others life The world is full of threats Men is experimental rats Dying not at their will Is not there enough corpses?
Call of Pripyat is heard so far This river like a rotting scar This wound can’t be healed It continues to kill
All who was in exclusion zone Have not any chance to return In this cesspool is no choice Can you hear the hungry voice of Soul harvester!