Песня о стратегии ковровых бомбардировок в годы Второй Мировой войны.
Morning saw an air strike The sirens scream out loud Callings on the radio Of what is coming Appearing on the radar A threat from over seas Flash on the horizon Casts shadows on the ground
Bringers of destruction Are ravaging the land Fury of the bombers A force to reckon Sets the world on fire Then turns to strike again Flames are burning higher The bombs keep falling
AA guns are blazing As the sky is turning red Bend under a cover You be quick or be dead
Burn Burn Rage of the heavens Burn Burn Death from above Die Die Merciless killing Burn Burn Death from above
Carpet bombing cities And grinding them to dust Abel men and women Will all be victims Everyone is out for The wake of their attack Bombers show no mercy Our land in ruins Homes have turned to rubble And the airstrike has been approved Tasting their destruction Fear the black wings of death
Burn Burn Rage of the heavens Burn Burn Death from above Die Die Merciless killing Burn Burn
Nothing remains Cities in ruins Return to dust Over the hills Rise from the ashes A strike
AA guns are blazing As the sky is turning red Bend under a cover You be quick or be dead
Burn Burn Rage of the heavens Burn Burn Death from above Die Die Merciless killing Burn Burn Death from above