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Nuclear WinterCold wind of north, the killers breatheI hear the thunder from somewhere far I feel the wave and scent of a grave As i see darkness spread on the sky Oh-madness imperial, grave-town, dark side of human mind Oh-kingdom millenial, grave-town of the atomic age (in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.) After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh After the fall-a new winter dawn Black trees sway in the cold breeze Landscape of my fragmented mind After a while this autumn is gone And shades of winter bury the land Oh-madness imperial, grave-town, dark side of human mind Oh-kingdom millenial, grave-town of the atomic age (in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.) After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh After the fall-a new winter dawn After the fall-where do you crawl, when lights are dim After the sin-nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh After the fall-new winter dawn, scour my soul, deep from within Nuclear winter, bleak was the day that turned to night After the fall-a new winter dawn |