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.