The Wastelands

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