A howling wind of nightmares

Howling through barren streets

Frozen in time

The city woke up - paralyzed



Where is the splendor?

All our ambitions decay

Among the ruins

Covered forever in dust



War



The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality



Where is the hunger?

With eyes of sadness it stares

The air it hangs dying

Dressed in the nightmares of old



Abandoned in panic - fortifications decayed

From our own indulgence - the golden age dead



War



The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality



As phantoms we answer

At war with reality