Racing through the heavens, fighting through the sky
A warplane of metal and steel
There will be no escape - from the blazing firebombs
Hundreds of allied war machines
Flying through the heart of the beast
A payload of hundreds of tones and fires on the field
Gallant we fly over blue painted skies
To cut off the oil fields
A shimmering squadron unparalleled
Nobody will stand in our way
Fight! Fire! Release the bombs
An inferno left in our wake
Black plumes - a scene straight from hell
Releasing total devastation
Across the Mediterran sea
An inferno of volcanic fire
Through blazing skies louder than thunder
Crippling the beast as we fight
Many shot down , will you survive?
Dodging white hot flak fire
How many will ever make it back, to recount the horrorific tale?
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