109 Lyrics - Destroyer Of Worlds - Bathory

Augsburg eagle 109 

Mottled battle dress 

Lifting-off climbing up high 

Der scwarm lined up abreast 

Cutting through the ice cold air 

On wings burdened with fuel and led 

I'll fly and fight my rest will come 

At wars end or when I am dead 

The word Frei Jagd is given 

Arm your guns and set the trim 

Watch out for the escort 

Now let the hunt begin 

Where eagles fly eternal sky 

The battlefield up high 

Twist and strike my mount of knights 

My faithful Augsburg eagle 109 

White contrails across the sky 

Target sighted 2'o clock high 

Steadily on giant wings in a box formation 

Now the killing begins 

I comence a run-in from astern 

Six barrel's of mind sound 

Trailing smoke the bomber tuble 

Spinning nose down first towards the ground 

Out of ammunition 

Low on fuel I break away 

To whell down refuel and rearm 

To intercept their second wave 

Hanging by your prop I climb 

Again in the sky 

Way above those blooded fields 

My faithful Augsburg eagle 109