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 epidemic Throats grip with panic and fear No flight from quarantine stations Dying is here 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 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