Cara Neir - Trials of the Lost

Blast-doors protect no life
No shells left, wishing for a cigarette to light
Planes dip overhead, knowing what comes next makes it worse
Bow to the distance as I witness the mammoth disperse
Char on my legs, or could it be blood
As pitch black as it comes
Ashes where I thought bodies...
Candlelight from distant windows are luring, trust not
No hope
No hope
Flesh bubbles and soaks in the mire
Sunlight dimming, killing all human desire
Beckons the last wave of death
Broken they talk, and lost are the souls from the nest
No hope