Stukas lead the way, every battle, seeking prey
close support from high command, they're ready to strike on demand
dive brakes on, push the stick
rolling over, descending quick
release the bombs, hold your breath
sirens of death.

Devastate, annihilate
five hundred kilos, will be your fate
of high explosives, hold your breath
sirens of death.

Watch the staffel, one by one
dive on target, then outrun
flak and tracers, raping the sky
but the stuka flys by and by
strafe the enemy, watch him run
shredded to pieces, life undone
shrieking from four thousand meters on high
the stukas begin their dive.

Devastate, annihilate
five hundred kilos, will be your fate
of high explosives, hold your breath
brace yourself, sirens of death.

Push the nose down, fighters in bound
no turning back, commence the attack
6 o'clock high, rear gunner's dry
drop the payload, the buildings explode
a stuka is hit, a ball of fire
falling from high, a funeral pyre
such was the fate of many a crew
sacrifice for the men below they never knew.

Sacrifice for the men below they never knew.

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