Fog of War - Blood of a Thousand Sons

Soon-to-be corpses, outlined in chalk,
Collective heads on the chopping block
Waves of violence wreck calm shores,
As mass death's planned, behind closed doors

A new world you won't live to see,
Deformed into rotting debris
The last tier of warfare is what's left in store,
Behold the slaughter of nuclear war

The blood of a thousand sons
The blood of a thousand sons

Grin of malice on a smoking skull,
Earth cracked open like a sunken ship's hull,
Years of death due to radiation,
A final highlight of man's creation

The reaper's visage is a well known face,
His atomic scythe laying all to waste
The dying sun is only visible at night,
As the sky is swallowed in nuclear light

Blind, by the flash
Nuclear, weapons cache
Warheads, sing their song
Just like that, all life is gone

The blood of a thousand sons
The blood of a thousand sons