Machines made for killing at mach speed and more Sleek in design and loaded for war Sidewinding missiles, heat-seeks and sparrows Strafing squadrons cause havoc and terror
Winged assassins – seek their prey
Camouflage colours impair observation Insignia painted depicting its nation Defying detection at low altitude Penetrate, attack, evade and elude
Soaring death – taking lives No escape – widows weep
Winged assassins – seek their prey
Radar is sweeping and scanning the skies Searching out targets with infrared eyes Enemy forces appear on the screen Computers lock in, all systems are green
Formation – orders, permission to arm Closing in – to make the kill
Trigger in hand, blood lust in his heart The pilot is ready to play out his part Underwing stores await a demand Releasing the arsenal upon his command
Soaring death – taking lives No escape – widows weep
Permission is given to unleash the power Rockets home in, strike and devour Wreckage falls helpless rolling in flames Another life wasted in some general’s games