Nuclear Landscape

Feral death
Breaks in in this human core
Everything desintegrates
By the passing by voices of war
Opression is fighted
And so we gain a new kind of existance

We are ghosts in a terrible dream
We cannot run
As we are binded to this place
Paying for their sins

Our broken bones
Tired walls of concrete
On the street
My dead son smiles in pain

Our thrones and demands
We are in death
In this our final aftermath

The lost winds of spring
And the autumn leafs falling
But everything that is left now
Just a nuclear winter

For us to speak
We are oblivious to reality
Gone long ago
My eyes melting in the night
Just a nuclear landscape.