The air is clean and clear.
Images of far and near
Combine themselves to make one,

Beneath the rays of blazing sun.
No one speaks of deeds now done;
All is filled with solemn silence.

An end has come to the violence,
Even now they've gained compliance
From the dwellers of this globe.

And now across this old abode,
Night has come, a gentle robe,
That blocks from all the light of day.

There is no one who knows its way,
There is no one who can say
They own this world,

Until the light and darkness swirl
And Sol's banner is unfurled
To reveal to all eyes

The ruler who resides on high,
The Keeper of this long-sought prize.
But revelations are in vain,

For with the new day comes more rain,
Pouring down and burning pain
Into the hearts of those most stout,

Giving minds immeasurable doubt;
No one can escape this fallout.
And even now the deed is done,

And even now the prize is won,
And even he, who is the one,
That made the world all his own,

The seeds of Death hath he sown.
From his lips leaves one last groan
'Fore he too joins their plight:

From this end he can't take flight;
All is gone in a flash of light.
After time passes the shroud,

The billowing form of a mushroom cloud.
And now the silence echos loud
Through the air so clean and clear.