Flying over the Arctic sea, a field of white below
Flying at speeds immeasurable to any who see it
Immeasurable to all radars and technical gadgets
A world so tired of war, unready for a final grasp
Clashing ideologies live on, colder wars endure
No one can accurately guess the casualty counts
The number is less important than an actual fact
Both sides had assumed the other side as dead
But no one was dead, asleep now awakening
And as they have not died by now, just wait
By their final strike, both sides die instead
Dying as they had lived, by the sword
Flying at speeds immeasurable to any who see it
Immeasurable to all radars and technical gadgets
A world so tired of war, unready for a final grasp
Clashing ideologies live on, colder wars endure
No one can accurately guess the casualty counts
The number is less important than an actual fact
Both sides had assumed the other side as dead
But no one was dead, asleep now awakening
And as they have not died by now, just wait
By their final strike, both sides die instead
Dying as they had lived, by the sword
