Whirlpool Of Flames - Puissance

Go to sleep little city

The smiling yellow are smiling no more

Got to sleep little city

Your shadows are burned in the wall

So many dead so much pain

So many people in a whirlpool of flames

Crippled kids turned into crispy candies

Not even ashes remain

Burn little city burn

The triumph of allied your death

But your memory lives

A freakshow the size of a city

Still children with twisted limbs are born

To remind us of what happened

The day that they all went to sleep