Gramotkin has made his claim

That Chernobyl will have a 20,000 year reign

But I believe the birds never got that address

They’ve never avoid the place

But the news didn’t miss the world

As they prepared for a posterboard war

Throwing slander at an old giant, united in fear

As another never ending story came to a close

And snow falls like the Berlin wall

And the wolves dance like old German friends

While Gorbachev shrugs along to a freedom song

Wondering the point of gold farming implements

Cause every dead things comes back and grows

The empires fall to the sea

Even a 1,000 year reich will stand for twelve

Tumbling like snow in Chernobyl’s “disease”

There were thirty one dead from a fool’s accident

Somehow like Enola Gay’s reign

With flags playing long distance roulette

With their kids taking the hit

Trying to find better was to cheat the other side

Yet we forget what comes after the hearse 

That the world doesn’t run on a single cold heart

After the towers crash down, and the hidden war crimes are found

Snow falls on those legacies left to endure

There will be no stop to the show

That moves in waves of joy and of pain

No single thing

But every grave will be washed away

Every idol beat back into sand

All floating on together through a puzzling plan

for better or worse always moving passed

And I know, though they say it’s the end of time,

That this snow in Chernobyl won’t be the last