Day is coming to the end
Last seconds like a black sand
Fiery tongues of the sky
Are licking human lands
The flame is devouring a shrine
The wind is drawing dead lines
I’m standing in the middle of the withered field
And the wind is burning to ashes my flesh
House fragments, tombstones of the walls
The black sand strew between my fingers
The sky put on the funeral mask
The world is going to pieces
Earth has washed in the blood
Of the new — born lamb
The blood is the drug for the earth’s skin
The paint for a portrait of the truth
…3000-th year. Poison sea
The name of a new king is Fear
The burning sun above the desert
Mutants colony is alive yet
Blind fish in the black water
Live or die — what does is matter?
Last convulsions of the world
In the dying body soul has been sold
The genius of the human mind self — exalted
By means of recreation of the world
By means of respiration of the nuclear wind
And total self — destruction
The infant with synthetic skin
Is burning in the rubbish pit
Insane carnivorous stars
Drift in a stream of shit…