Black birds are circling
Crawling on the rotten skies
Grim dance - the spin of death
Haunting the lost metropolis
Once filled with life and bliss,
The nest of civilization
Wiped out in the abyss,
On the playgrounds of starvation
Only the strong survived the horrid decay,
Only the men who had the beast in their guts
The hunt arising - the only way
Humanity recurred to clans of wolves
Dark shadows rising from the vaults
They stalk each other, down for the assault
Oh, Mother! Now kiss your children...goodbye.
Oh, Father! Will you bring them back alive?
You saw... The fallen ones are taken back
You know... We never leave the bodies
We know... The perished will survive through us
They saw... We feast on our kind
We feast on our kind!
Dark shadows rising from the vaults
They stalk each other, down for the assault
Down for the manhunt!