Vārdi: Grendel. Catastrphe.

Within the wreckage, Lying behind the rusted door

The pleasures so cold, The pleasures so cold

Under the leaches, Blood so red, it starts to fall

The method so old, The methold so old

Within the closet, Child in need scratches and brawls

It's parents are gone, It's parents are gone

Outside the wind blows, Cry havoc in the darkend halls

No one hears their call, No one hears their call

From nation to nation, The same stories told

Catastrophe

From ages to ages, The cruelty in souls

Catastrophe

Under the lampshade, Scratching into her fragile skull

The flesh, it's all gone, The flesh, it's all gone

Beneath the brown soil, Murder rots in covered holes

The millions are cold, The millions are cold

Within the damp cell, Man hangs from bloody cords

He couldn't have more, He couldn't have more

Behind the station, Virus takes it's deadly toll

The needle was old , The needle was old

From nation to nation, The same stories told

Catastrophe

From ages to ages, The cruelty in souls

Catastrophe

Don't cry my child
This is the end