The Wastelands
Standing there, I can't stare
disbelief, Unaware
That it could turn this way
Men will go down in flames
Extinction
The fiery pits of shame
Fouled with the stench of death
Et tombent les bombes
Et marchent les meurtriers
Et tombent les bombes
Men will go down in flames
Emmenez moi
Loin de cet endroit
Emmenez moi
Loin de cet endroit
Your bare flesh exposed
My eyes are bleeding, but yours should be closed
Visions, forced up my tortured soul.
Et tombent les bombes
Et Marchent les meurtirers
Et tombent les bombes
Emmenez moi
Loin de cet endroit
