"They would give me orders to go stalk the open grounds for enemy forces. I would lay still in some well hidden place and wait. Should someone appear on the landscape before me, I would radio my superiors and give specific locations. 40 seconds later, like an act of God, the heavens would scream and all the land would be covered in fire and smoke."

A line of ghosts on a misty morning
Passing the moor swiftly
And the ghosts never got a warning
Walking the fields so blindly
Under my watching eyes they roam forward
To a place beyond time
The group of ghosts on a misty morning
Will meet its end shortly

Step by step, moving silently
Feel no threat, until you're lying dead.

After the smoke clears up on this dawning
We can see the fields clearly
No sign of the ghosts on the ground that's burning
They've passed beyond eternity
Under my frozen eyes they've gone away
And I'm the reason why
No hope for those who take time for grieving
Tears will kill you quickly

Feel the tremor and the shockwave
Sweep across the plains
With the power of gods I wield
All that lives will perish away
Can you feel tremor and the shockwave
In the burning rain
Screaming out in pain and fear
There is no salvation from this end