Daylife submerged in a pulsating maelstrom of senses

Suffering dragged to a darker dimension

Apostles of health lost their composure - panicked voices

Corridors turn into an abyss of fever

Constrained confidence in pale-faced medics

Towards reactor victims with no outer wounds to treat

Bodies stacked on walls or left on stretchers

Familiar faces went alien - medical staff acts apathic

As the white death raged through hospital hallways

Doctors solidified among gargling throats

No room left to conceal facts - no plead for mercy

Faces erased from the desolated

Fatigue of doom - souls that fail to operate

Atomnipresence - apathy as reality

Dying lips speak truth about things no one ever saw

Health of the nation proclaimed as the country's wealth

Humans drown in a sleep that bears no dreams inside

Acute radiation sickness - final stage of aftermath

Fear is a choice - death is real in the abyss of fever

Medics stammer reports and dragging bodies

Boiling blood is dripping down from the stretchers

Wolodja masljuk submit in radiation

Moscow clinic - final destination

Pressing hands of any confessors

From behind plastic curtains

Hopeless ones with despair in their hearts

Witness the last hour of the atomic age

Secrets weigh so heavily on conscience

That they can only be thrown down in the grave

Drawing corrupted hope from the seething wells

Laid in silence comatosed - forbidden to exist

Turmoils in racing hearts - convulsing pressure tremor

Eyes saw a single night that brought hell to earth

No more digging mines

No more engraving pits

No more dragging coffins

Shadows in empty corridors

Health of the nation proclaimed as the country‘s wealth

Humans drown in a sleep that bears no dreams inside

Walk on the abyss of fever

Basement - radiation keeper