Lyrics
The rats, they sit and contemplate
Amused and unafraid
Black sun setting through the ruins
A decade of silence
The thick blanket is holding and choking
And there are those who have adapted
There are lights that glow blood red
Nothing disrupts the empty
In the land of machine heads
On the plains of dry despair
The armies are charging
Cult is on angels
Golgotha is coming
The screeching engine is piercing
The horror has started
A fact or a nightmare?