SS-18 - Three Shots, Three Aims

Текст:

Fervent lead is striving out,
Supersonic blow aspiring to the aim.
The fire is indomitable in a black barrel…
The last argument is destructive…

Three shots, three aims.
The holy sculls are breaking
To hundreds rotting pieces.
Three shots like bursts of thunder
Declared the new rational world order
Under the silver shine of a black dawn.

Ruined fussy ant hill
Was leaved without watchers.
Fire-winged birds lightning the dark sky,
Leaden drops blowing up the earth witch turned to ashes.
Three bursts of thunder declared
Intercontinental ballistic rain