Mushrooms of sickening slaughter 
their makers are the earth's own blighters 
Burning through all man-made shelters 
bloody pulps of men and women shattered 
More blasts are going on in the distance 
Fire away to wipe out the resistance 
Blinding waves of light in the distance 
Feel the need to call for assistance 
See the sky for a startling sighting 
Grim and eerie turn of the fighting 
Hundred thousand missiles and spearheads 
Their sight is an unnerving appearance 

Make your way to the nearest bunker 
Run away from the nuclear barking 
In a few seconds you will be dead 
'cause the bombs are all at your tread 
The wheel of conclusion 
Leveling the sands of life 
Grains of what used to be 
Split by the cycle of doom 
Decay 
The fate of humanity is to burn in the flame of truth 
Reaching higher, engulfing our tears 
stripping away their masks 
The soothing hand of Death is well within our doomed 
grasp