Blood of A Thousand Sons

Soon-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