Terrordrome Lyrics
The B-29 Bomber, Enola Gay; a personified Grim Reaper, leaving behind a mushroom-cloud and heavy ground haze, a manmade eclipse,creating a constant defunct totality. Hell on earth, who`s to blame for erasing an entire society?The crushing shockwave, man`s plutonium implosion, wounding the surface like a dying prey. Black carbonised concrete, distorted metals, appearing like deformed burned skeletons. Boiling exhalation, melted glass, twisted scrap iron as grotesque deadlike trees, portraying man`s ability to annihilate himself. Everything has become nothing in just a moment of time.What remains is a sight that no man has ever seen. A graveyard with not a tombstone standing. An inconceivable testimony of human ill-will. The greatest deed ever in a world never to rise again.
Zyklon Terrordrome
