Home of The Saved
City grey walled in the distance
Dusty roads white from the sun
Doctors disease has to live here
Nursing the sons

One who can stray from the shepherds
Heralds an outbreak of gloom
Lost from relations unheard of
Show us the tombs

Home for the lonely, home for the new born
Home for the plague. Unclean!

Please for salvation and mercy
Burn on bureaucracy’s pen
Figure lay waste to the saviours
Blinded again

Virus becomes еpidemic
Throats grip with panic and fear
No flight from no quarantine stations
Dying is hеre
Home for the lonely, home for the aged
Home for the plague. Unclean!

Lookouts lie bare on the ramparts
Cinemas boarded and closed
Immunized peace rests uneasy
Dying is done

City grey walled in the distance
Dusty roads white from the sun
Doctors disease has to live here
Nursing the sons

Home for the lonely, home for the new born
Home for the plague

Home for the lonely, home for the aged
Home for the plague

Home of the fetish, home of the hatred
Home of the saved. Unclean!