I dwell in ruins of the former over-the-horizon-radar Antennas rust slowly, squeak in the wind Thousands tons of metal - high alloy steel 150 meters - zinc layer prevent it from corroding Epic construction - retreat of the damned - a place of rest My mind accepts what the eyes won't believe Rise - over the forest Rise - to the sky
Hiding in the shadows of humming towers we survived A smoldering fire pit warms my cold dead hands
Study an updated map where are the erased places marked And the concrete stab roads are surrounded by thick pine forest Power plant is shimmering in the distance behind the trees Half-destroyed houses, abandoned villages appear on the horizon
Horizon - the north trace Horizon - antenna arrays - dead place
Transuranic concentrations force anguish towards the residents Beyond all imagination - overwhelming fear grips the body I am one of 300 Still live in the exclusion zone The monster in the conrete cage still it hungers
I force myself to sleep among the mouldered crossgraves The singing of the dead brings me to rest No grave wreaths, no plastic flowers Only the yellow-black triangular radiation signs
Prypjat Cargo port, crane cemetery I pick one of the cabins Surmount the endless leader to reach a height
300 Heirs of downfall Dead population Endstage in doom Dwelling in the ruins Singing of the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
