Shake yourself free from torpidity 

Rub your eyes to see the nearness of insanity 

Lightless corridors too winding for the goal to be seen 

Walls imbued with blood watch with silent reproach 



Trapped in the maze of their own rage 

Ground burns feet and hides the curse of the age 

Is there any chance to save humanity 

When the only view is a rod of your own cage. 



Reload your gun bearing on mind that the last bullet is destined for you 



Country underground 

Oxygen is running out 

In the day when the sun went out 

Dripping water measures persistence of time 



Candle's burned down and I feel so tired 

The limit of the common sense allotted by barbed wire 

It's our private war 

Senseless as the true one 

In the day when the sun went out 

Killing is the only fun