Here they come to be healed
some can hardly fly
get the screamers out
protect their airspace
I have to tell them
all will be alright
knowing some of them
some of them are dying tonight
Our banners fly proud
in these red and black skies
I fly with the next squadron
wing leader again as another fallen
Oh in the realms of wisdom
this should not be happening
all our lost comrades
as we commit to this fast war
Making more machines for this holy war
working till we have exceeded
giving our life's
to the fight that never will end
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
Here they come to be healed
some can hardly fly
get the screamers out
protect their airspace
I have to tell them
all will be alright
knowing some of them
some of them are dying tonight
Our banners fly proud
in these red and black skies
I fly with the next squadron
wing leader again as another fallen
Oh in the realms of wisdom
this should not be happening
all our lost comrades
as we commit to this fast war
Making more machines for this holy war
working till we have exceeded
giving our life's
to the fight that never will end
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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