Ferocious wind sweeping trough withered plains Carrying the dust and the sand on its ways wearing the blood red mask of the stains, theire the only remains of humanity Remains of humanity Nothing is left to be found in this world No one was spared, no voices where heard The putrid existence of live on this place Has been wiped and erased, by no one but our selfsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.