A thousand suns burst at once in the sky Operation Chrome Dome, the plutonium scythe Retaliate! A ponderous silence arises Fire at will and unleash a storm of fire and suffering The bludgeoned earth became a crumbling mass of poisonous graves Grotesquely thundering as the sky has turned white and aged All troops Fire at will Blast wave Flying shrapnel Inbound Preemptive strike Failsafe Cockroaches smile We breathe our victims, the bomb became our god Fire at will and unleash a storm of fire and suffering The blackened earth sifted through our fingers and floats away The sun is masked as the sky has turned white and fades (I have a plan!) Where man once walked remains a smoldering ruin of scourged decay Cockroaches smile as the sky has turned white and aged (I have a plan!) (Mein Führer! I can walk!) The matador The matador The matador Me... Me...