Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows
Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky
Death From Above
From the bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab Hells fire pouring down upon the earth Incendiary high explosives falling through the sky To detonate at ground level to enflame to kill to burn
Bombs away heading west 452 Group returns to base All land below engulfed in smoke the city is ablaze
Death From Above
Again at night the roar of engines in the dark above The Merlin rumble now 514 Sqadron has arrived With bellies full of daeth and bomb doors open wide To destroy what 452 Group may have left behind
The pathfinders unloads a colour full veil glow so bright And the rubble city down below burn throughout the night