among the rubble glows Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky Death From Above From the
mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights
Fordítás: Bathory. Death From Above.
closer mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last
