The night has (to) came down
Like the sickle of doom
Like the knife of a ripper
That meats a bloody womb
Everlasting nuclear winter
Heals a scars by deadly breath
Can the mankind find salvation
In the thoughts about a death?
Molten skin is direly shining
Mutilated flesh rots
Twisted mind has been erupted
In this man the cursed world finds out it’s own tragic end
...in the sight of Insane…
An agony and tortures
Were devoured mutated corpses
And the human looks forewords
Every minute of fading existence has a significant cost
…in the sight of Insane…
In the years or in the centuries
Memories was struck down
Spreading screams of pain he’s dying
World is eternally dying too in this last man
An agony and tortures
Were devoured mutated corpses
Moan is tearing mortal body’s apart
While the light of dusking Earth leaves the sight of Insane…
