Текст песни Monastery Dead - Dead City

Ruins of houses, deserted streets,
The bodies remains, the dried up blood.
Windows without glasses
looking in a distance.
The fog has shrouded the city in veil.

Warm morning begins again,
But nobody leaves his home.
The spirit of death and cold here lives,
Transforms everything into a lifeless image.
Transforms into a lifeless image

Tanks and guns have roared there,
Shells tore bodies to pieces.
Fleeting , like wind
War has swept over here.
This land became city of death.

Ruins of houses, deserted streets,
The bodies remains, the dried up blood.
Windows without glasses, looking in a distance.
The fog has shrouded the city