| A great storm approaches, and with it, death encroaches | |
| In our final hours, we are deceived | |
| So with this partial core, dictation will be no more | |
| And shake the foundations of belief | |
| Fire, disaster by thy scene | |
| Fire, releasing the unseen | |
| An era, beyond repair, Chernobyl reigns of terror | |
| Man killed by his own invention | |
| Damnation marches faster on the cusp of this great disaster | |
| In the winds ride our asphyxiant | |
| Fire, disaster by thy scene | |
| Fire, releasing the unseen | |
| The end of all is so beautiful | |
| The manmade God Machine is here | |
| So beautiful | |
| Man's greatest achievement created fear | |
| Did you ever think you'd see, at the turn of the century, | |
| Our accelerated march towards domination | |
| Men so blinded by their greed that they never came to see | |
| Power means nothing with no civilization | |
| Fire, disaster by thy scene | |
| Fire, releasing the unseen | |
| The end of all is so beautiful | |
| The manmade God Machine is here | |
| So beautiful | |
| Man's greatest achievement created fear | |
| Countless gone | |
| A necessary gain |