Songtext von Nuclear Frost

The future has in store for us a cold age The age of nuclear frost Your appendages fall off They burn black and start to rot Every orifice starts to bleed Dripping, cracked blisters bleed Flakes of ash fall from the sky Blankets bodies piled high Frozen graves within the snow Radiate and start to glow I dream of being dead in nuclear frost Its a cold age on a nuclear page The age of nuclear frost