Katarraktis Apo Aima

Sons and daughters

Troubled waters

A strench of burned gasoline

Silicon and Codeine

Flooded highlands in misty haze

Mudslides and suicides

Earthquakes and gamma rays

Devilish acts of God above

Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove

His fingers are on the trigger now

And as the smell of dying embers

And rusty strings on his bow

A sound explodes and fills the room

And echoes beyond this walls of doom

Until it vanishes up in the air

With nothing more to come

Yeah, we must ain for the stars and we are gonna get up high

We must build another tower and make it through the fires

We must sail the seven seas now the waters abound

We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around

With nothng more to come...