| Soldier punches the code opens the airlock with ease |
| Sealing himself from the world turning computerised keys |
| Nuclear missile a top secret course a target no one will know |
| Climbs down the ladder a cold iron rail |
| Watching the clock on the wall ticking the seconds away |
| Reading emergency codes reads the same ones every day |
| Checking his firearm to see if it’s loaded it is but what the hell for |
| Nothing and no-one under the sun could ever get thru that door |
| Guardian of the great war machines keeper of pain destroyer of dreams |
| Watching the screens silently screams |
| There’s someone else in here with him now he feel’s he’s no longer alone |
| Although no one’s able to get in but him «I swear I just heard someone moan» |
| The smell of a burning jungle now is starting to fill up the room |
| You recognize the figure of the captain now |
| A shambling shadow of doom |
| You fought together in the forests and fields and fields only one of You made it to the hill |
| His voice is like dirt and dead rotting leaves «this is not a drill» |
| Pull the trigger push the button |
| Flip the switch it’s all or nothing |
| Light the fuse pull the lever |
| Set the snare it’s now or never |
| Send the bastard up get moving now I order you to start the war |
| We will be the spark that sets the world ablaze mankind is on the edge no more |
| Leaning over his shoulder the casualty stares thru black holes |
| Watching the video screens vengeance burns hot thru it’s soul |
| Starting the sequence by punching the code the password is just one word-burn |
| Time to abort is fading so fast from now on there is no return |
| Rumblings started below shaking the base to the core |
| Smoking the missile is ready to start the procession of war |
| Holding the gun to his own throbbing head his hands find it hard to keep still |
| Looks his dead friend in the eye and screams «you bastard this is not a drill» |