Fear is in my brain, here’s no place to run Blood runs cold in vein; I’m lowering the gun Environs have been burning with all-destroying flame Streets of town are turning into blood-red grain
Under fire solders dying
Bombardment aviation’s come back to take our lives Abysmal tribulation where the black raven flies No god, no politicians can stop that overkill Helplessness is their missions Hands of N.A.C. deal