Dead water on the open wound Face is under a mask of a vampire This world has turned around This world is ready to die
The train of the lost runs towards the North To drown in the abyss of ocean The last demonstration of force The brakes are eaten by corrosion
The great riddle of self destruction No memory ahead No more reincarnation Oblivion instead
Burning the bridges, the final countdown A train of the dead, a route to nowhere A race through the damned and nameless wastelands The ark of the conquerors, ugly and gorgeous
Sick cities on the banks of a river Black waters, iced streams Blazing sparks of silver Maelstrom of sinking dreams
A splash like an ulcer on the wound Cold stone, iron of machines Clouds of war in a bloody-red glow Tears of God, poisoned splatters
In the emptiness of Cosmos The future will dissolve Annihilation, chaos, Exterminated soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
