Mortuary - Warplanes_2012 | Текст песни

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WARPLANES
High-explosive shells and fuel must be prepared before the night comes down.
Burial songs will sound like thunder before the earth bids us adieu.
Wings rip thick and salty air.
The sky hides away the executioners behind heavy clouds.
We shall be ready to face death.
I want the gods to sing our names!
I want the gods to sing our names!