Puissance Mother Of Disease Lyrics

25 Determined persons divided into 5 groups heading
for the former Soviet Union. Our first stop is to be
the illegal arms market in a favorable decaying post
communist state where each group will pick up 2 simple
bazooka style rocket launchers and some lighter
handguns for self defense in the event of an
unforeseen conflict. Then let us seek out our
predetermined objectives, five different nuclear
reactors scattered over the vast land. Each reactor
chosen second for its location and first for its
design. The crown of civilization the mighty RBMK
reactor, the largest most powerful yet unsafest
and least attended to in the world.

As we reach our targets, silently awaiting the moment
to strike, Synchronized watches ticking slowly down
and judgement day is dawning. All is still as the
final second passes. The five heroic groups fire once,
and then again, Anti-tank rounds at the main reactor
tower where the modulators are held by a once flexible
but now severed metal arm torn apart by military joy.
The concrete cracked so violently is burning now,
bluish flames are rushing out as uranium turns into
the hand of god, a melting god increasing his strength
every second, his poison spreading in the wind and
melting into the ground, gushing from the cracked
manifestation of hybris. We are all dead now the
heroes of the apocalypse, and so are you. And so is
the mother disease.