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 [bad word] 
Appearing on the radar
threat from over seas
Flash on the horizon
Casts shadows on the ground 

Bringers of [bad word] 
Are ravaging the land
Fury of the bombers
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 [bad word] 
Homes have turned [bad word] 
And the airstrike has been approved
Tasting their [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Return to dust
Over the hills
Rise from the ashes
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