TERROR IN THE CITY OF THE DYING LIVING BEINGS

Two hurried shapes are running of the street
They fear to be betrayed by the shadows
Sweated steps, hunted in the night
Fast breathe, bitter spittle !

The remembrance of this city vanishes,
The remembrance of sparkling darkness
in a cannibal city is vanishing
Drums, thunder !, it's the last dance...

Few hours and the sun will rise up
Gods of the black abysses welcome the two fugitives
Few hours and the sun will rise up
Wounded licantrophe, screams your rage !

In this city there is carcass-smell
It's the smell of the putrifying alives
The alives are rotting beetwen smiles and neurosis
Right-minded-zombies in the system crypt
Shaking fingers, shaking eyelashes !
Skycrapers as tombstone, demon's teeth !
Right ! Left ! A blind alley !
The smell of the ocean, a dive beetwen the waves...