600 A.b. (after The Bomb)

Aftermath of this carnage

We concede to this primitive world

Underground shelters produced

Concealed society “reduced”

Trying to decipher codes to escape

Vaults are guarded by venomous threats

If you leave you will perish

The age will tell you when you are free

Genocide

A planned procedure eliminating human life

Suffering

From this torture rooted back to savage times

A past adoration, a skillful creation

Harvesting circles of life

The negative matter concealed in the slaughter

Streets are teeming mutant pools

Feet ever thrumming overhead

Scrabble voraciously for food

Concealed society subdued

World above is recast in fire

Caverns beneath redressed in dread

Watch the shadowed tunnel mouths

Listen for the echoed screams

Genocide

A planned procedure eliminating human life

Suffering

A form of torture rooted back to savage times

A past adoration, a skillful creation

Harvesting circles of life

The negative matter concealed in the slaughter

After the bomb we will wait 600 years

Genocide

A planned procedure eliminating human life

Suffering

From this torture rooted back to savage times

A language not spoken

For millions of years

Emerging from rubble and stone

The courage will resist

Against the Crong who oppose

A culture that once was proclaimed dead

Is rising against its supreme

The image of torture is burned in their mind

Reclaim what was taken from them.

A past adoration, a skillful creation

Harvesting circles of life

The negative matter concealed in the slaughter

After the bomb we will wait 600 years

At brink of extinction we fight to survive

Whatever is left on this dry desert land

You have no choice but to kill or be killed

There is no time when your death comes at will