Heirs of Downfall - Cytotoxin

I dwell in ruins of the former over-the-horizon-radar

Antennas rust slowly, squeak in the wind

Thousands tons of metal — high alloy steel

150 meters — zinc layer prevent it from corroding

Epic construction — retreat of the damned — a place of rest

My mind accepts what the eyes won’t believe

Rise — over the forest

Rise — to the sky

Hiding in the shadows of humming towers we survived

A smoldering fire pit warms my cold dead hands

Study an updated map where are the erased places marked

And the concrete stab roads are surrounded by thick pine forest

Power plant is shimmering in the distance behind the trees

Half-destroyed houses, abandoned villages appear on the horizon

Horizon — the north trace

Horizon — antenna arrays — dead place

Transuranic concentrations force anguish towards the residents

Beyond all imagination — overwhelming fear grips the body

I am one of 300

Still live in the exclusion zone

The monster in the conrete cage still it hungers

I force myself to sleep among the mouldered crossgraves

The singing of the dead brings me to rest

No grave wreaths, no plastic flowers

Only the yellow-black triangular radiation signs

Prypjat

Cargo port, crane cemetery

I pick one of the cabins

Surmount the endless leader to reach a height

Heirs of downfall

Dead population

Endstage in doom

Dwelling in the ruins

Singing of the dead