Elephant s Foot

Below the sarcophagus, something still breathes.
Not alive. Not dead.

Corium veins in concrete flesh
A melting clock where time is fresh
Ten thousand roentgens — my new sun
The job is done, the job's begun

Come closer, comrade, feel the heat
The Elephant's Foot is on your street
No suit, no shield, no prayer, no god
Just fossilized black lightning rod

Liquidators walk into the glow
They don't come back — they only know
That dosimeters scream and die
While party members ask "Why lie?"

Come closer, comrade, feel the heat
The Elephant's Foot is on your street
No suit, no shield, no prayer, no god
Just fossilized black lightning rod

Minsk children drink the milk
Wrapped in concrete, wrapped in silk
Birth defects, a butterfly wing
Such a small... small thing.

Come closer, comrade, feel the heat
The Elephant's Foot is on your street
No suit, no shield, no prayer, no god
Just fossilized black lightning rod

Legacy fission.
Half-life for your grandchildren.
Героям слава?
No. Just slag.