Dismember. Where Ironcrosses Grow. Where Angels Fear to Tread. Zeneszám

War birds fly in tight formation, across the blackened sky
A thousand engines roar, tremors of the approaching storm


One man's insanity, revenge and retribution

Commence to unleash a fiery death, upon the defenseless target
Steel birds fat and laden with death, their bellies open wide


A thousand souls screaming in pain as incendiary bombs detonate

The smell, phosphor and petrol mix with the stench of burning flesh



Firestorms rage across the city, even the air seems to be aflame

The howl of air-raid sirens drowns the screams of pain
Non-combatants pay a bloody toll, whole city blocks disappear
Damnation and a raging inferno, destruction is complete.