Scaping from the reality...
Twisted visions of the red nights
The horsemen galloping in the sky
Giving life to the zombies
The pestilent fog appears
Nuclear winds blow my face
I can see my bones
But my spirit wants to give me away
I have thousands of questions
But no body answer to me
The cold of the night call the darkness
I couldn't see the sun never
The moon was the nearest sphere
Giving me magic powers
Nuclear winds blows my face
I can see my bones
But my spirit wants to give me away