Lyrics:

(Brock) Lonely figures waiting, Shadows on a hill, Looking into valleys where everything is still. Only death is lurking, The creeping sickness waits So who's gonna win the war, Who's gonna win the war. Radiation-Wasteland in the setting-sun Dust clouds they are rising to obliterate the guns. Already weeds are writing their scriptures in the sand, So who's gonna win the war, Who's gonna win the war.