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Blood Of A Thousand SonsSoon-to-be corpses, outlined in chalk,Collective heads on the chopping block Waves of violence wreck calm shores, As mass death's planned, behind closed doors A new world you won't live to see, Deformed into rotting debris The last tier of warfare is what's left in store, Behold the slaughter of nuclear war The blood of a thousand sons The blood of a thousand sons Grin of malice on a smoking skull, Earth cracked open like a sunken ship's hull, Years of death due to radiation, A final highlight of man's creation The reaper's visage is a well known face, His atomic scythe laying all to waste The dying sun is only visible at night, As the sky is swallowed in nuclear light Blind, by the flash Nuclear, weapons cache Warheads, sing their song Just like that, all life is gone The blood of a thousand sons The blood of a thousand sons |