Dogs of Chernobyl
Duration: 6:04
Track number: 4
Times played live: 0
Writers
Lyrics by: Dave Mustaine
Music by: Dave Mustaine
Theme
This track serves as a poignant and dramatic commentary on the **Chernobyl disaster** of 1986, but it uses the event as a metaphor for deep personal betrayal and abandonment. The narrator is 'left behind' like one of the literal **'dogs of Chernobyl'**—the animals abandoned in the exclusion zone. The disaster imagery ('poisoned rain,' 'radioactive pain') parallels the emotional fallout of being deserted by a loved one.
Lyrics
It was springtime
The minutes simply drifting away
Then everything stopped in the world
(Fallout) radioactive clouds
(Fallout) hides the exclusion zone
(Fallout) and you were nowhere to be found
I see your face, wherever I turn
There's blood on my lips, as my eyes start to burn
You vanished, and left me behind
Like one of the dogs of Chernobyl
Where did you go?
Nuclear winter is here
Reactor four's still belching clouds
There's no one left to hear a sound
(On and on, fallout) on and on, I keep searching for you
(But I know, fallout) I know you're never coming back
(Not for me, fallout) not for me, or for anyone, anywhere, anyway
I see your face, wherever I turn
There's blood on my lips, as my eyes start to burn
You vanished, and left me behind
Like one of the dogs of Chernobyl
Where did you go?
I see your face, wherever I turn
My hair's falling out, as my skin starts to burn
You vanished, and left me behind
Like one of the dogs of Chernobyl
Where did you go?
Vault breach, too close is dead, massive exposure
I must escape, and navigate this concrete enclosure
No warning and no pain, only shock and then dread
No one coming, no one going, I'm alive with the dead
Nausea overwhelms my brain, distance is the goal
Stomach spasms, leaking gut, I have lost all control
Saliva gurgling, I'm retching, till I overwhelm the bowl
I ask God, in repentance, do you still want my soul?
Bodies strewn everywhere, no need for cremation
Daylight coming into view, I sense there's no salvation
Stagger out into the open, my eyes fixed and staring
Armed patrol, red lights on, the sirens are a' blaring
I am the walking dead, and I'm taken into safety
They ask the time of death, because my skin's looking pasty
Transfusions, test tubes, and clinical eyeing
Purulence and decay, my deathly complying
Blankets of smoke, orifices bleed
Bloating bellies, and legs getting weak
Cerebral swelling, organs liquifying
Acute radiation, this is how they die
This is how they die
This is how they die
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