[Style: Dark, rhythmic EBM, Cold War-era Industrial Metal, Atmospheric] [Intro] [A monotonous, rhythmic buzzing sound. A cold, pulsing EBM bassline begins. Radio static crackles. A calm, news-announcer voice speaks over the beat.] (Newscaster Voice) The date: June 25th, 2025. As world leaders meet in The Hague to negotiate peace, a ghost from the Cold War has started talking. The world is listening. [Verse 1] (The Radio Prophet - urgent, rhythmic vocals) The month began with whispered dread A phone call between the west and red The leaders speak of peace and pain And then the buzzer speaks again A signal sent for all to hear To amplify the growing fear A code is broadcast from the haze The final word of modern days [Pre-Chorus] (The Radio Prophet - vocals become more intense) A one-word test, a simple phrase To set the dying world ablaze Is it a drill? A threat? A sign? A crackle on the party line? First "AZOTOBAK"... a warning shot Then "OSHOLIN"... the cauldron's hot [Chorus] (The Radio Prophet and a ghostly Choir) It's the June Volley, a cryptic sound As sleeping giants come unbound A mind-game played on a global stage? Or the turning of a final page? The world's decoders try in vain To find the logic in the pain Is it a dead hand's trigger key? Or just psychology? [Verse 2] (The Radio Prophet) The strikes ignite on desert sand A mailed fist from a foreign land The screens all flash with breaking news Of burning earth and shortened fuses The buzzer answers, cold and clear For those with ears prepared to hear First "PANIROVKA"... then "KLINOK" A steady, terrifying tick-tock [Pre-Chorus] (The Radio Prophet) A one-word test, a simple phrase To set the dying world ablaze Is it a drill? A threat? A sign? A phantom on the party line? [Chorus] (The Radio Prophet and a ghostly Choir) It's the June Volley, a cryptic sound As sleeping giants come unbound A mind-game played on a global stage? Or the turning of a final page? The world's decoders try in vain To find the logic in the pain Is it a dead hand's trigger key? Or just psychology? [Bridge] [The music becomes grander, more atmospheric and surreal. The beat softens, and ethereal synths rise. The Prophet's voice is almost a storyteller's.] (The Radio Prophet) Then came the summit, glass and steel To make a fractured world feel real The leaders smiled and shook their hands And made their pointless, vain demands And all day long, the buzzer spoke A volley of a cosmic joke... "Sweetness"... "Narcissus"... "Flowering"... "Cognac"... "Caviar"... "Militia"... There's no turning back... "Lisbon"... [Outro] [The music fades back to the lone buzzing of UVB-76. The Prophet's voice is a tired whisper.] (The Radio Prophet) A mind-game... Or a trigger key... The buzzing fades... For you and me... (The buzzing stops abruptly.) [End]
