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Flares lead my way over the occupied lands,at the dawn of opening my hatch. |
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From a high altitude everything below seems asleep, illuminating our objectives. |
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Sparkles below create a carpet of surprising pain, unlike a common daily rain. |
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Return emptied and exhausted on spare fuel, another city in ruins victory is ours. |
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Hear the whistle from the sky. |
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Bombs are falling, you're going to die. |
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Breathing your last breath, the end... |
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A once vivid city, scorched and burned. |
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In formation upholding our vision we returned, re-fueled and reloading again. |
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Causing pain and extinction, below there's nothing to see, just fire and tears. |
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We carpeting your fear and lives, erasing your memories, thunder from above. |
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The sound of our engines have silenced from the screams below as we go onwards. |
