Oh, my God, there´s millions of them!

I´ve seen a fire start in Frisco the day that the earth quaked
I´ve seen buildings a-blazing, throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn´t listen so they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground... in the disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I´ve seen Hitler´s storm troopers march right across the Maginot Line
I´ve seen two world wars, I´ve seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust: an angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep undergound... a disaster

"In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust the likes of which this planet had never seen
Now, I ask you: do you believe this to be true?"

I was standing by the bedside the night that my father died
He was crying out in pain to his God he said: "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night, he was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground... a disaster
He went down, down, deep underground... a disaster
He went down, down... deep underground...