Crumbling buildings.
Stench creeping through the street.
Weeds and vines go mad.
The rats run the city.
Battle for no reason,
Because the reconstruction is impossible,
But the Lion takes a stand,
Against the Snake King.
No matter what happens,
Death will never leave.
It has made this place it’s home,
And will stay until the end.
The End has been called,
And will leap to it’s goal.
To finish off the humanity,
That still exists in the rubble of dirt and coal.
Itarow Krähe 