Limbshrines rise above the nuclear dust
Time has passed, sand flows off mankinds hands
Far beyond the rising black plague clouds
Still are heard the screams of past, from the past

Under the veil of poison smoke
The dead dark planet dwelleth
Planting the forms of vengeance and sorrow
Never meant to be born

Generations bend under the obscure laws
Imminent war crushed the barriers of all that was before
Technology with grand revenge, hand in hand
Roams the surface of this nightmarish world
Skyscrapers stand pinching holes on the fog
Majestic monuments of glass and iron, fall
One by one they are sinking in the trash of mankind
Skulls and bones beneath the carrions of steel

What is this all if not a trophy room of one
Tyrant who started the battle with all surrounding world

His spirit wandering alone with hands raised to horizon
Skin tearing off his limbs, still porcelain teeth gleaming