It was one of those last towns
Which weren't bombed yet
But those days were gone 'til it came
The 6th of August, 1945
The plane was named Enola Gay
The bomb called little boy
8:16 AM
Everything was destroyed
The bomb became a great ball of fire
Everything became nothing
Lives became deaths
Bodies became ashes
Over 200.000 were dead
And by the nuclear rays
The survivors were tortured
Until they were allowed to became their deaths
The glistening lightning burnt shadows of dead into walls
All those who died were victims of madness
I can't imagine the mind of the killer
He made them all victims of madness
Victims of Madness killed by human fury
All those who died earning glory
They all were heroes and fell into dark
How could this be done by a human heart?