I dwell in ruins of the former over-the-horizon-radar

 Antennas rust slowly, squeak in the wind

 Thousands tons of metal - high alloy steel

 150 meters - zinc layer prevent it from corroding

 Epic construction - retreat of the damned - a place of rest

 My mind accept what the eyes won't believe

 Rise - over the forest

 Rise - to the sky

 

 Hiding in the shadows of humming towers we survived

 A smoldering fire pit warms my cold dead hands

 

 Study an updated map where are the erased places marked

 And the concrete slab roads are surrounded by thick pine

 forest

 Power plant is shimmering in the distance behind the trees

 Half-destroyed houses, abandoned villages appear on the

 horizon

 

 Horizon - the north trace

 Horizon - antenna arrays - dead place

 

 Transuranic concentrations force anguish towards the residents

 Beyond all imagination - overwhelming fear grips the body

 I am one of 300 still live in the exclusion zone

 The monster in the concrete cage still its hunger

 

 I force myself to sleep among the mouldered crossgraves

 The singing of the dead brings me to rest

 No grave wreaths, no plastic flowers

 Only the yellow-black triangular radiation signs

 

 Prypjat

 Cargo port, crane cemetry

 I pick one of the cabins

 Surmount the endless

 Leader to reach a hight

 With less radiaton

 

 300

 Heirs of downfall

 Dead population

 Endstage of doom

 Dwelling in the ruins

 Singing of the dead