Ruin, destruction, fire and fear

Now I know why they ran from here

The wounded and the dying lay under ground

Undergrowth in abundance spreading all around

 

Fizzing and whirring through the air, it gets closer and closer to end your fear

 

Mounds that were cities, ash that were people melt into snow

The seasons are two, left tattered and strewn

In this apocolyptic sight there is only ruin and blight

With so much death, there is little light

 

Humans are gone, grief stricken and none

Cleansed of this land from an outer space hand

Biding its time until it could take no more

Greed, hunger, heorism and misery - no more

 

Fizzing and whirring through the air, the last bomb hits the surviving air