msc by Cob/Leff/Sabbath
txt by Leff/Sabbath
It is perfect time to pray
Coming reaping Saturday
The reactor number 4
Calls upon the servants of death
Victims of atomic fire
Only have a one desire
To reflect unexpected threat
Spite of all to survive
Attacked by nuclear blasts
Their lives go into past
Destined to give soul to God
Go into dark
Barren on one hundred years
Load bearing fear all living things
This contaminated ground
Which dominates hellhound -
Soul harvester!
Sunlight grown dull, woods turned black in this place
The tumor was formed on the already scarred planet face
There is no hope of salvation on leprous land
Civilization has took the next step by the end
Deathly silence instead children's laughter
Sky is crying by nuclear rain
Lives of innocent sleepers were mutilated by disaster
And having woken they had endless pain
Sons pay for the fathers sins
People not a payment means
All troubles because of human imbecility
Price is others life
The world is full of threats
Men is experimental rats
Dying not at their will
Is not there enough corpses?
Call of Pripyat is heard so far
This river like a rotting scar
This wound can’t be healed
It continues to kill
All who was in exclusion zone
Have not any chance to return
In this cesspool is no choice
Can you hear the hungry voice of
Soul harvester!
