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