Interpret:

Venom

Album:

Temples Of Ice

Here we stand as the forces blow 
Across the land 
Open minds and now open sores 
But no open hand 


Hiding in our trench of steel 
To witness the blast 
Nothing to say and now nothing to feel 
Now it's hopeless and past 


The wind that was meant to be 
Oppenheimer built radioactivity 


Buildings and houses crops and forethought 
Have now gone to ground 
All but the dust and the helpless debris 
Are all that are found 


Now his creation is purchased by gods 
Who must reconvene 
Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life 
By priming their own warmachine 
Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold 
But not on your frame 
He mastered the deadliest weapon of all 
But was he insane 


He built it for life 
He built it for peace 
Oh that's what he thought 
But evilness knows no boundaries 
And satan will read from his court