Текст: Angkor Wat. Warsaw.

Man come to power with evil in his eyes
His hatred for a people he vowed to see die
Locked them up forever but not in a cell
No, he put these people in a living hell
Sealed off a section and threw them in
Like throwing Christians into the lion's den
The smell of death from bodies on the ground
City of the dead
People left to die
Warsaw - no more
Why ?
Forced to live behind a wall beaten and abused
Forced to live in filth wrongly accused
Crowded together, given no choice
Force to live like animals given no voice
Heavily armed guards placed to keep control
Making sure the people stayed in their hell hole
People pass their loved ones by on the street
Loved ones now decayed and rotting meat
City of the dead
People left to die
Warsaw - no more
Why ?
Death is no stranger
It rears its ugly head
Death is no stranger
Just count all their dead
Man came to power with evil in his eyes
His hatred for a people he vowed to see die
Lock'em them up forever but not in a cell
No, me put these people in a living hell
Sealed of a section and threw them in
Like throwing Christians into the lion's den
The smell of death lingers all around
The smell of death from bodies on the ground
City of the dead
People left to die
Warsaw - no more
Why ?