Radioactive - Septicflesh

Would you like to become Dante’s Companion in his grim cathode

Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?

This concrete shelter is our nest now

A beautiful vase without a flower

We left above us a dark minefield

Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday

The electric fire is the breath of our god

And it’s murmuring sound, damnation

We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home

Radioactive

Pretending there is nothing to regret

No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our fathers

We left above us a minefield

Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday

It is our gift for the cockroaches

An infrared place to lay their little eggs

Radioactive