Cold, pale, grey
Standing still against the change of seasons
Without a coffin, the corpse of yesterday
Ground zero
Catacomb of perished memories
Empty slot in this necropolis
Ground zero
Not a soul, not even troglodytes
There's not a soul
Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white
No traces of blood
Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white
From an artist lobotomized
Cold, as a winter's day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind
Cold, pale, grey
Cold, as a winter's day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind
Composição: Christos Antoniou / Fotis Benardo / Seth Siro Anton / Sotiris Anunnaki V