Scaping from the reality... 
Twisted visions of the red nights. 
The horsemen galloping in the sky. 
Giving life to the zombies. 
The pestilent fog appears. 
Nuclear winds blow my face. 
I can see my bones. 
But my spirit wants to give me away. 
I have thousands of questions. 
But no body answer to me. 
The cold of the night call the darkness. 
I couldn't see the sun never. 
The moon was the nearest sphere. 
Giving me magic powers. 
Nuclear winds blows my face. 
I can see my bones. 
But my spirit wants to give me away