The fires of hell a-glowing
Bring ash and soot a-snowing
The winds of war are blowing
And death blots out the sun

Now Charon readies paddle
For some or other battle
In Beijing or Seattle
Dead souls drift tired and numb

He's come for each and every
Man who has been levied
Whether or not they're ready
He's come for old and young

In Moscow and in Paris
And through the ancient Memphis
A final wretched census
Tallies streets and battles won

A thousand heads exploding
And thousands more reloading
From bodies freshly floating
Wet bullets for their gun

In trenches deeply seated
Came warnings that unheeded
Told soldiers now defeated
The war would soon be won

And through the desert howling
A missile tears it's cowling
The bomber's pilot scowling
Deploys a second sun

So bright the stars this morning
So early was the warning
You kissed the lips adorning
Your quickly melting mom

A thousand heads exploding
And thousands more reloading
More bullets for the sowing
(They didn't hear the bomb)

The shockwaves travel quickly
Through cities poor and sickly
And suburbs polished slickly
A man recites a psalm:

The secret place below me
Where He sits low and lonely
In his shadows holy
I curse the wretched sun