Tekst piosenki 'Dyatlov Pass' wykonawcy The Moth Gatherer

Some still believe in magic, higher meaning, a higher purpose and a celestial power
Even at the brink of ruin they believe
A man made doom, a mushroom cloud created by our own hands, and yet still mankind
Stands in awe, silently praying, staring at a nuclear light as if it were the Rapture
Like our demise would be the act of a God
Mental ghosts passed on down, generation to generation
Science is rejected, cities fall, governments start new wars, smoke screens
Silent weapons for a cold war
Information is power, power to take a life, information is free
Morality, no longer is among us
As another kick hits the broken bones, another bullet takes flight. Lights out
Death shines like the only surviving star. Still they believe in gods
Raise the flags of heresy, march towards the atomic light
With the knowledge that we brought this upon ourselves
Reject the gods, watch them burn. Do not trust that science

Will save us - we used it to take us to the brink of apocalypse
There are no gods. There are no kings. This is the end
And we are the vessels