He takes to the skies
At the crack of dawn
Iced wind at his face

The end on his mind
Off to war in his flying machine
On top of the clouds he cannot be seen


Machine guns' fire rips the air
Sounding the battle cry

The attacker comes out of the sun
No time to guess who or why


It's a Time of War
A Time of War
Everyone's fighting

What are they fighting for?

The wings of his plane

Are riddled with holes
The smell of gasoline
In the air

Greatest of fears
And nightmares come true
To go down in flames is all he can do.