Open your chest and fell that wind
Wind of demolition and nuclear dust
Cleansing winds of closed history
It screams like a song of fallen humanity
Can you see that burning landscape?
Residence of murderers
Residence of pain
With the power of clear mind you will see the end
With the power of clear mind you will able to recognize this martyrdoms of rotted bodies
Look around and listen to sound
The silence stands everywhere
Open your chest and fell that wind
Wind of demolition and nuclear dust
All oxigen has gone out
Your lungs full of ashes
Your martyrdoms will be endless