Ash‑filled skies, the sun is blind, a phantom glow in shattered night,

Silence shatters—echoes of the final strike, the world’s last heartbeat dies.

Steel‑cold rain of molten lead, searing rivers of ion fire,

Cities crumble into dust, the corpse of mankind fuels the pyre.

Radioactive whispers crawl through cracked bone,

The planet’s skin peeled back, a scarred, unseen throne.

The dust of nuclear war!—a storm of ash that blinds the void,

The dust of nuclear war!—the final hymn of humankind’s destroyed.

From the blackened womb we rise, only to fall,

A generation’s scream, forever stilled by fallout’s call.

Mushroom crowns devour the stars, their shadows swallowing eternity,

Gamma‑flooded winds erase the names we etched in stone, now memory.

Radiant silence, a funeral of photons, the void inhales our sins,

Every breath a poison, every step a march toward oblivion.

Neutron ghosts parade through the wreckage of our pride,

The Earth inhales the final breath before it dies.

The dust of nuclear war!—a tempest forged in fission’s wrath,

The dust of nuclear war!—the end of all our blood‑spattered paths.

We forged the fire, now we’re ash, the final price we pay,

A world reduced to phantom dust, forever swept away.

Fallout rain—acid tears on cracked concrete,

Silence screams—the void’s deafening defeat.

Rusted gears of apocalypse grind,

The last heartbeat of Earth—no more time.

From the core erupts a final surge, the planet’s heart stops cold,

A black horizon swallows light, the story of mankind told—

In dust we lie, the universe’s grave, a scar upon the stars,

The price we paid for power, the ultimate blackened scars.

The dust of nuclear war!—the final curtain that we raise,

The dust of nuclear war!—the echo of a world ablaze.

No salvation, no reprieve, just endless night,

The dust of nuclear war—our requiem, our spite.

Silence returns, the world a grayscale tomb,

Only the whisper of the wind—the dust of nuclear war—remains.