They felt the shock - a deep rolling wave of force that lapped over the house.
Far off in the distance, a while glare burned.
A towering column of luminous smoke, clouds of ash lost in the gloom.
The ash and the ragged remains of buildings.
A shattering roar - broken windows broken remains.
Rolling clouds of ominous gray drifted.
The ground leapt, bucking and heaving.
A wave of force - the next blast hit them all at once.
We’re not going to make it, I can tell.
We’re not going to make it, I can tell.
A shattering roar - broken windows.
A vast wind, then: silence.
Its war. Total war.
For my family, for the world.
We’re not going to make it, I can tell.
We’re not going to make it, I can tell.