Bathory

At dawn they rise pointing to the skies
Ready to cut through the clouds at command
From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds
When the button is pressed by death's hand
Loaded with death powered by the dragons' breath
Climbing way above the clouds out of sight
To seek its destination and destroy it into void
And to spread its load of death and endless night
Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high
Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars
Each with a number for a distant city at their sides
Wonder what's the number for my city and for yours
Metal phallous seeds of death
That is not won else cannot be lost
Precious burden seeds of death
Sown to earth brings the holocaust
Prepare to die