From a world that is torn
a new breed is born
into battle they fly
the knights of the sky
The search for glory
the eternal praise
claim in history
their promised place
To blaze through the air
and share the eagles eye
up high in the clouds
the clouds
the clouds
Committed to attack
they fly in full speed
to cripple and disable
the enemy’s defeat
Fight on and fly on
to the last drop of blood
the last drop of fuel
the last beat of the heart
To roll and glide
master of thunderhead and sky
up high in the clouds
the Clouds
the Clouds
He breaks from this fight
and climbs out of sight
above the clouds a peaceful glide
Far from the roar
of the battlefield below
the trenches filled with our death
Recalls all
that is dear to him
in this clear blue day death holds no fear
ooOOooOOooogh
The enemy’s at six
line of fire’s fixed
guns rattle
his world shatters
The bullets rip
through his plane
he’s losing grip
in a deadly spin
His wings are burning
the engine is stalling
twisting and turning
his fortune’s failing
Trapped in this coffin
of canvas of wood
the reaper comes
to claim his first blood
His spirit now
leaves the earth
with its trouble and flies
up high in the clouds
the Clouds
the Clouds
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