Warm embrace
A heat swift
Against your face
Branches of burnt olive
You don't believe in better times
The wrath of gods from above
The mushroom cloud from burning skies
Over the yonder
Earth turned to dust
Burnt by the drakes
Who will wonder
Black rain in August
Nagasaki's wake
Cloth etched in your skin
You feel retching torment
All men, women and their kin
Were to pain condemned
Branches of burnt myrrh
Two drakes set on course
The dead don't suffer
The living forever cursed
Over the yonder
Earth turned to dust
Burnt by the drakes
Who will wonder
Black rain in August
Nagasaki's wake