Winged Assassins – Anvil

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

Task complete – honours awaiting heroes
Painted scrap – awarding murder

Winged assassins – seek their prey