Matka Nemoc - Mother Of Disease

Twenty five hell-bent men, divided into groups of five

Heading for the former Soviet union

Our first stop is the illegal weapons market

In this nicely decaying post communist country

Each group has two rocket launchers and some handguns

Just in case of unexpected conflict.

Then let's find our predetermined targets

Five different nuclear reactors scattered over the vast land

Each reactor chosen for it's design and location

Crown of civilization, mighty nuclear reactor.

The largest, most dangerous and the least attended by people.

We managed to reach our targets

Silently waiting for the moment of strike

Synchronized watches slowly ticked to the day of doom

Everything is calm like before the storm as the last second comes

The five brave groups fire all at once and fire repeatedly

Melting steel, reactors once protected so well, are burning now...

Torn to pieces by military joy

Concrete burns now, brutally shredded

Bluish flames are rushing out

Uranium changes into the hand of god

Melting god, more powerful with every passing second

His poisons spreads by wind, is absorbed by ground and gushes

... From the cracked embodiment of arrogance

We're all dead now, you and the apocalyptic heroes-

And the mother disease as well.