Текст песни SEPTIC FLESH - Radioactive

Would you like to become Dante's Companion in his grim cathode,
following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?

This concrete shelter is our nest now,
a beautiful vase without a flower.
We left above us a dark minefield,
seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.

The electric fire is the breath of our god
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and its murmuring sound, damnation.
We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.

Radioactive

Pretending there is nothing to regret,
no monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
fathers.

We left above us a minefield,
It is our gift for the cockroaches,

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