The madman is screaming, a crumpled corpse lying near,
The people are fighting for what's left of the mess,
Their minds blown to fragments now blend with the dust.

The corpses are moving, hungry maggots give life,
The brave men of the worl
d have now fought their last fight,
A mothers last scream as in death she brings life,
An hier to the world that now wimpers and dies.

The child is slaughtered as it leaves the womb,
Fighting for air in this festering tomb