Wilczy Pająk - Groźba

Dusk has fallen, and with it silence, terrifying silence.
The world seems to have frozen in deep sleep,
And no one foresaw that on this very night,

The end will come, the end of existence,
The spark of hope will be suffocated by anger.

– Stop, halt. You are a madman – leave the button!!!

It's begun, death is rejoicing,
Today it will harvest in thousands of tons.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Smoke, stench – this is the work of human hands.
Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Fires mark the end times of cities.

The roar of alarms drowns out the scream.
The circle of the living looks for shelter.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Smoke, stench – this is the work of human hands.
Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Fires mark the end times of cities.

There is nothing left, an otherworldly sketch.
Nuclear frenzy has become the end.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Smoke, stench – this is the work of human hands.
Corpses, corpses everywhere.
Fires mark the end times of cities.

The end has come, the end of existence, the spark of hope was suffocated by anger.
It's all the fault, it's all the fault of human anger,
Human anger.