Black shadows shark-like in the clouds
screeching [bad word] on the wind
The people stop and stare up high
At Odin’s storm crows in the sky
Deathly black with painted skulls
Most ragged aircraft in the fleet
Held together when in flight
By sorcery and hate of life
Evil angels, death above
The men inside sustained by blood

Nights of fire days of might
Thrown again into the fight
The best the lost the last remain
Never see the light again
Nights of fire days of might
Thrown again into the fight
The best the lost the last remain
Never see the light again

Creaking engines and crooked wings
The pilot pulls a rictus grin
Withered hands control the stick
Flak tears holes in the [bad word] Smoke is pouring from the back
Relentlessly we sweep on down
The tailgunner’s burned and black
Tracer flying all around
Cannons blaze and level out
One of the few who makes it out

Stuka Stuka Stuka Squadron
Will we meet in [bad word] tonight?
Stuka Stuka Stuka Squadron
Glory bound infernal flight
Stuka Stuka Stuka Squadron
Thrown again into the fight
Stuka Stuka Stuka Squadron
Evil angels iron knights

Bandaged hands and red rimmed eyes
Looking out a thousand yards
Empty staring glassy orbs
Mirrors of the men within
Tossing turning waking days
Wracked by dreams of screaming fire
Broken shadows nightmare lives
We walk like men condemned
Thrown back to the futile fight
No way to turn the tide
Bitter fight until the end
In the skies nowhere to hide

Men of steel and blood and iron
Too great to die first time
Living secret borrowed lives
We battered men live on
Our battles lost our planes [bad word] Forged from science and occult
Many fell along the way
But still the best remain
We are the ones the brave the few
Who live to play for you tonight.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Diving down to [bad word] again
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Living on adrenaline
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitter fight until the end
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Quench our thirst for blood again.....