Death in the sky There is something in the stratosphere No one is quite sure what it is Seen with your eyes There's a nucleonic overload Something that is said of the past Shadows of dismay That block away the sun Shall remain until Armageddon Blackened is the crust From the nucleonic dust Suffocation is the name of the game Bark from the moon And the army of the albatross Desolate population Blatent underestimate You all said to hell with it Mother you have been but too kind Shadows of dismay That block away the sun Shall remain until Armageddon Blackened is the crust From the nucleonic dust Suffocation is the name of the game