اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Under the cold storms of blood
the corpses are broken
Lost innocent remnants
will be shake with roaring thunders
The rumbling is going greater,
uncontrolable violence,
dragging behind it
the holes of the past
Infection will run into the brains
of living and dead till the end of time
Wild mutant hordes
will walk on the loosers world
Seeking for healthy victims
to put out their flesh
Watching the light
coming from the burning clouds
Hope is away
they wait to die
Atrophy grows
under the skin, in nerves and bones
Genetic change
aberration takes the shape of life
Unknown deseases
run quickly around mankind
There`s no safe place
the winter burns
