We swallow of the black dust. We soar in the sky Like the black crows. We set fire to fires Under ourselves. We evade from bullets. Enemies will be slaves. And we establish rules.
We take off into the sky. We really powered. We and our risk are flying. And we move only forward.
Fear is not barrier for us. We'll fly till the end. Our team is carrier. We look at the perishable land. Black crosses Are surrounding us. There are a lot of courages Which turn into the dust.
We are protecting Our homeland. We are gasping For life. The death in our eyes. We'll be the winners. Enemies are not wise. Now we are the skinners.