Your world! My world! Our world! This world is a dangerous place
Nobody going to save you now!
We are here, we are young, we don`t ready to die
We entrusted ourselves to our God
When smoke clouds the sky
Take your gun! Let it speak
Take your gun
There will be a day when your brothers are gone
And bullets will pierce through their hearts
An acid storm will rip them apart
Let him sing with the nuclear winter wind
Rip them apart
Soon we will reunite
None ever burned so bright
Sooner or later we're gone and our bodies will rot in the ground
Because you know we are prisoners
We`re prisoners
Our children rot deep in the ground
Without a sound
Our days of apathy were crowned
With panting hounds
Stars in the night
They give you the faith that you`ll win this fight
Stars in the night
This war isn`t yours, but you`re gonna die
This is your f*****g death!
You feel it - Wind still blows, wind still blows
You smell it - Wind will turn to storm
You feel it - Taste of inglorious end
You smell it - It`s a smell of death
Nuclear. Winter. Wind Blows