Текст: Forty Days Rain. Temptation Of Our Own Demise. Noexistent Future.

Day they design new ways to kill this earth. How much longer will it take to open our eyes? Nature will be forever scarred. Nuclear weapons take countless lives, showing no sorrow for their crimes. Even the button pusher will perish in his madness. A sick game of power claims all of creation. Nothing it left but the charred bodies of victims to keep the world safe for democracy. We will burn at the hands of those we elect, we will burn. These are all but relics of a future foretold. Nuclear weapons take countless lives, showing no sorrow for their crimes. Even the putton pusher will perish in his madness. A sick game of power claims all of creation. Nothing is left but the charred bodies of victims to keep the world safe for democracy. We will burn at the hands of those we elect, we will burn. They will burn