When I think of what our Is to become, I get scared Cause state in east and west Has got weapons to kill all of us
They're selling material To countries, so that they're part of our Modern hell, the age The pestilence of our
These are the of our fear us the end of it is near These are the echoes of our But let us end curse at last
Some in the industries faithful statesmen, yes, indeed They're getting rich while they're selling Now, don't you think too irresponsible?
In these days you've talked Reduction of the race And this time we all won So go on guys and hold line
No one believes they say That they could control what they've in the face of death
These are the of our fear us the end of it is near These are the of our past But let us end curse at last
These are the symbols of our us the end of it is near Damn you, who feed the of hate For rich, soon it's too late
These are the of our fear Show us the end of it is These are the echoes of our But let us end curse at last
When I think of what our Is to become, I get scared every state in east and west Has got enough to kill all of us
They're selling material To developing countries, so they're part of our hell, the atomic age The pestilence of our
are the symbols of our fear Show us the end of it is Now that the first has been taken