In waiting for the dawn vulture’s claws are rusting in languish
Endless seconds before the execution of the command
Today the East will taste its first piece of anguish,
Its first shot of plague before it spreads across the land.

Now time has come. Raging beasts of god of fire
Are falling down from heavens to blast everything they touch.
Sweet summer dreams became a total pyre.
Morning dew was poisoned by burning flesh and smudge.

Fortress under a siege.
The first slash of a blitzkrieg’s switch.
A bleeding scar, a festering sore
The first offering to a god of war

Hiding in the underground
From the spite that walks around
People try to resist
A sickly lamb against the beast

Seven nights in hell, seven steps to total madness,
Seven sleepless nights of the nightmare when the survived envied the dead.
The belief that it will end has disappeared, has turned to ashes.
Every shaking blast inserts a lethal dose of dread.

Hunger, thirst and weakness. Lack of drugs and ammunition.
Hot air dried their throats with stench of rot from the outside.
Endless groans, bloodcurdling cries and prayers for salvation
The refuge became a temple of collective suicide.

The monument over the bed of honor
For all those who died. This walls remember their pain.
Among the smoking stones and burning armor
They will dwell forever in their bombed-out ashen reign...