Can you hear the dirge? Can you hear the knell?
It’s the sound it is the sound, that summons you to Hell
In an hour one short hour, WW3 will come and go
For those who are not killed, only grief and pain and woe
The signs are crystal clear, but you ignore them all
You pretend it isn’t so, soon you’ll scream and cry and wrawl
Maybe then you’ll pray. Ha! When it’s too damn late
Now you’re going to burn in Hell, you are going to meet your fate
Will it be today? Tomorrow or next week?
Very little time is left…the future is but bleak…