Sitting in the Metro When I looked out of the window I saw a world, without you Houses made... Sitting in the Metro When I looked out of the window I saw a world, withou...

Peace which once was the fragrance is overpowered by the sickening odour of rotting pieces of meat.... Peace which once was the fragrance is overpowered by the sickening odour of rot...

Motionless freedom submerged, Corpses of hunger scattered. Motionless freedom submerged, Corpses of hunger scattered.

To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world. To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world.

The memories of boarding, the train of death. The memories of boarding, the train of death.