John plays a suitable soundtrack for the apocalypse, while pondering on prophecy and nuclear annihilation through the mind of a child.

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of War, and I will cut you down
(Orgasmatron - Motörhead)