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 [Chorus] 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 [Solo: Chris] 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? [Chorus]