A gloom on the horizon, the tragedy unfolds
Sirens will break the silence, as the reactor burns

The grip is getting tighter, as rumors start to spread
Still there’s no information, for those who breath the death

We are the ones!
They wash the streets with water, they wash away their sins

The primal wave of flesh, surges on broken concrete
It will take them two weeks to die, take fourteen days for them to bleed
The grip is getting tighter, evacuation proceeds
For them it takes a lifetime
Forever to retreat
Never to retreat!

Now we must face the unknown
Homeless, returnless, we have nowhere to go!
No way to fight this foe