The future holds only pain and death

As all the nations collide

A massive conflict, led by warlords

A struggle for control

Enemy weapons are in position

Prepared for genocide

Armed platoons await their orders

To begin their strike

Approaching the final countdown

The entire world holds its breath

The plains of earth - covered with soldiers

Geared up for the first attack

Bombs break the silence, the missiles are launched

The armies explode into battle

Firing of guns, crack open the sky

Releasing a volley of bullets

Shredding the flesh - puppets of death

Building a mound of dead bodies

Nuclear warheads falling with power

This is the Zero Hour

Emptiness creeps over individuals

Fearing for their lives

Politicians are safe from battle

Unseen and fortified

Implementing this plague of destruction -

The ones who swore to protect

Only profits will be left remaining

After the Earth's death

Cruel and cunning was their method

The worst illusion of all time

Terrorised into warfare

Fighting for the warlords' shrine

Bombs break the silence, the missiles are launched

The armies explode into battle

Firing of guns, crack open the sky

Releasing a volley of bullets

Shredding the flesh - puppets of death

Building a mound of dead bodies

Nuclear warheads falling with power

This is the Zero Hour

Into the fire, the armies tread filled with fear

The napalm strikes burning all the forests near

Explosions cry as RPG's go soaring by

Mutilate the brothers we didn't know we hate

Zero! Hour