Burning our pale white flesh
Meat reeking so very fresh
The blood flows down from our eyes
As the blade starts to slice in
Is there a face behind this mushroom cloud?
Or is it a miracle from thy new Messiah?
Asking what was this thing
We all shook like windblown leaves
Coldly, no sound, no wrath
I am the last who has not gone mad
Then came the day that ended history
And the earth was re-arranged
Lost in the world of total blackness, greed and hate
We could do nothing other
The world was shaken to the core
Time - The quiet assassin
The others dead or gone insane
I see the flames retreating
And the darkness begins to regain!
