The drops [bad word] raining down over the age of steel
Layers of dust burying the faded and motionless reels

distorted view
Filled with the victims of the modern times
These endless roads, all to nowhere
Only [bad word] in sight

These men of stained soils
Still roaming slowly ahead
In the crossroad of fear
Dwelling in the heart of the brave

Seeking the [bad word] from a boiling heart of the north
And feel the warm
Feel the warm blood against the freezing cold