Shake yourself free from torpidity   Rub your eyes to see the nearness of insanity   Lightless corridors too winding for the goal to be seen   Walls imbued with blood watch with silent reproach     Trapped in the maze of their own rage   Ground burns feet and hides the curse of the age   Is there any chance to save humanity   When the only view is a rod of your own cage.     Reload your gun bearing on mind that the last bullet is destined for you     Country underground   Oxygen is running out   In the day when the sun went out   Dripping water measures persistence of time     Candle's burned down and I feel so tired   The limit of the common sense allotted by barbed wire   It's our private war   Senseless as the true one   In the day when the sun went out   Killing is the only fun