A red, stary dawn rising from the east
Cast's a bloody glow from heaven
Trapped sun fire set to destroy the world
Power to destroy kept clandestine

Bloody hands, stained too deep to clean
Smoking gun reflects decisions made
Glassy gaze, incomprehensible scene
The Power of God wrought on Earth by man

A war of worlds
Hangs in balance and fate
Shoulders bowed
Beneath the drowning weight
Breathing slowed
Open focused eyes
The Dead Hand wields
the Sword of Damocles

Castle Bravo given to the Tsar
Quivering finger wrapped around the trigger
A handkerchief for the blood on his hands, a tonic for his bellyache
Cry to deaths dictator

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.