The construction of the shelter Went the way it was planned Steel-reinforced concrete Proved to be the choice Half-ton armored door Double-latch locks Air-filtration systems Not a single window Bury yourself Shelves groan under The weight of food supplies Ready for the terror Ready and armed No use for a handgun Against the enemy front AK-47 Offers no comfort The roof is getting closer Walls begin to shake It has become reality Buried in a global war Sensors are moving Lights blink like hell No transmission In the radio Monitors go blank Air pressure changes When lights turns to red Shelter equals grave