Engines gear as runways clear It's death in flight throughout the night December 23rd late 1941 City in west Germany at dawns early sun Dive bombers in flight attacking from the sky Hundreds of people injured as thousands die
A nauseating stench hangs heavy in the air There's rotting remains and bodies everywhere Once again it seems that peace has been denied For death decline and absolute genocide
This craft will fly as thousands die Nowhere to run. Survivors none
There's mass starvation throughout this hostile danger zone Thousands more are homeless and their fall out shelters blown A constant battle for power and territorial gains But tell me who claims victory when nothing else remains
From up above within the clouds there lurks another plane On the ground the wounded scream indulging so much pain No time to brace the craft descends and dives at lightning pace It's certain death a suicide of the human race