Вершы: Burn The Priest. Departure Hymn.

We are in this world, not of it
Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed
We are in this world, not of it
Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed

Screaming

Screaming into an urban wind
Broken glass asphalt undertow
Trash blows down deserted streets
This organism will survive

Breed