Here we stand as the forces blow  Across the land  Open minds and now open sores  But no open hand  Hiding in our trench of steel  To witness the blast  Nothing to say and now nothing to feel  Now it's hopeless and past  The wind that was meant to be  Oppenheimer built radioactivity  Buildings and houses crops and forethought  Have now gone to ground  All but the dust and the helpless debris  Are all that are found  Now his creation is purchased by gods  Who must reconvene  Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life  By priming their own warmachine  Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold  But not on your frame  He mastered the deadliest weapon of all  But was he insane  He built it for life  He built it for peace  Oh that's what he thought  But evilness knows no boundaries  And satan will read from his court