| At dawn they rise pointing to the skies |
| Ready to cut through the clouds at command |
| From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds |
| When the button is pressed by death’s hand |
| Loaded with death powered by the dragons' breath |
| Climbing way above the clouds out of sight |
| To seek its destination and destroy it into void |
| And to spread its load of death and endless night |
| Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high |
| Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars |
| Each with a number for a distant city at their sides |
| Wonder what’s the number for my city and for yours |
| Metal phallous seeds of death |
| That is not won else cannot be lost |
| Precious burden seeds of death |
| Sown to earth brings the holocaust |
| Prepare to die |
| Now leaving their wombs all in fire baptised |
| Outnumbering the stars in the sky |
| Each with a skytrack on which they are sent |
| To destroy each part of the world on the other side |
| Not time to repent feel regret or ask for mercy |
| Once launched there is no way to bring them back |
| Finally the world created by man look so bright |
| Before it all turns black |
| Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high |
| Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars |
| Each with a number for a distant city at their sides |
| Wonder what’s the number for my city and for yours |
| Metal phallous seeds of death |
| That is not won else cannot be lost |
| Precious burden seeds of death |
| Holocaust |