Take the children, march them off to war Only numbered to count up the final score. Lay in waiting for the end to come And their only chance is loaded in their guns.
They're riding on the wings - the wings of destiny Riding on the wings - from so far below Riding on the wings, the wings of destiny Riding on the wings, that carry their souls.
In battle daybreak, the field is gray and bare They feel the presence, of death that's in the air.
They're riding on the wings - the wings of destiny Riding on the wings - from so far below Riding on the wings, the wings of destiny Riding on the wings, that carry their souls.
Take the children, march them off to war Only numbered to count up the final score. In the trenches the battle to begin, And their waiting to ride the wings again
They're riding on the wings - the wings of destiny Riding on the wings - from so far below Riding on the wings, the wings of destiny Riding on the wings, that carry their souls.
Take the children March them off to war Only numbered To count down the final score
In the trenches A battle to begin And they're waiting To ride the wings again
They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls
Riding on the wings Riding on the wings Riding on the wings Oh, of destinyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
