Den Of Sorrow

A big city is awake again,
streets are full of life - are of pain,
the starving hordes are waiting for
your fault
Repulsive masses, repulsive mould!

City!

A lousy den of sorrow
persistent stench of trash
the arms of destitution breed the
genes of aggression!

City!

A big city where evil thrives
A great society and small individuals
voracious individuals, terror and fear
If you're different - you're bound to die.

A big city goes to sleep again
desolate the streets are glazing with rain,
tomorrow the smell of sorrow,
tomorrow the stench of trash

Tomorrow...