In the past there was a plane
That spread fear and fire in the skies
Killing sparrow rose from the ashes left behind
There was no place to hide
From all those shots in the dark
Its duty, to live or let die
A war machine, emperor of the skies
In the horizon, the death in the wings
A war machine, emperor of the skies
In the horizon, the death in the wings
The death in the wings
Killing sparrow
In murder hands, it brings only death
Killing sparrow
In the last flight, it’s grave in the horizon (wow!)
A war machine, emperor of the skies
In the horizon, the death in the wings
The death in the wings
Killing sparrow
In murder hands, it brings only death
Killing sparrow
In the last flight, it’s grave in the horizon
The flight to death
Above the endless ocean
The sound of its wings
In the last battle, I hear the screams
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