Shadows in the whirling rain   a young man knees on the street   his executioners in front of him      bullets bounce along the walls   a last attempt of dispair   no matter how poorly they shoot   a riccochet could still kill       in the pale afterlight   see the car's headlight beam   hear the high-pitched song of death   a dirty street filled with steam       here is no soul insight   you finally escape the trap   just a stupid incident   the wrong time at the wrong place       now enjoy your solitude   deep down inside the ruins   don't glance behind you   leave all the screams outside       in the pale afterlight   see the car's headlight beam   hear the high-pitched song of death   a dirty street filled with steam