Sat across the stream
That once was beautiful at the splendor
Of that cold and calm autumn's mornings
Rested here I try to understand why
To understand the reasons of such destruction
That day in which the sun was born for the last time
That I always have in my mind
Will never never vanish
The morbid doom zombies are throwing more and more
Stones with the catapult
Of his dirty war
I try to struggle against the end of everything
But it's only me against the poison of the stones that kills my nature
Solitude on this cold land
Emptiness deep inside of me
My land dying…
I open my eyes end I see the trees falling
The divine creatures dying,
The zombie destroying to fullfill his need
For power what the fuckin' power is that?
Why all these things happen?
What's the reason of all these things happen?
The stream where I always used to take a bath,
Now runs against its natural flow
Taking with itself the poison of death that
The zombie man has created