Our air defences are now breached Breaking point is reached In dense clouds of stolen breath There is no beauty in all this death
When the sirens begin to howl The banshee wail emits Incoming force to pound the land Spirit of the Blitz
Burn inferno bright The ashes of the dead Clouds of smoke from AA shells A shrapnel mist bursting overhead
When the sirens begin to howl The banshee wail emits Incoming force to pound the land Invoke the spirit of the Blitz
Into darkened shadowed spaces, incendiaries fell Turning night o day, and instigating hell
They came just after dark Ringed and stabbed with fire Fury, angered blind While overhead they grind
Broken hearts of broken men As cities die in flames Not forgotten are the fallen The never-ending list of namesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
