Silver Wings - Bruce Dickinson

Sound of merlins fired up and their spoiling for the fight

1000 bombers ready, it’s the target for tonight

Deeper into Germany but we all know the score

I know that I’m not coming back like those that did before

Now the flare gun fires and we get the go

Say goodbye to the earth below

Tonight on silver wings

I am soaring through the mountains of the moon

On silver wings

Flying where no angels fly

I have brought these engins to the very jaws of hell

Metal hearts are beating through this hail of shot and shell

Terror from the skies where the angels fear to tread

Nothing in my eyes, I am the living dead

Now the searchlight blinding us with its light

Can’t shake this one off tonight

The sky is bleeding gasoline and fuel is running low

Tanks are blown to pieces

Soon the wing is gonna go

All the crew have bailed out over Essen long ago

But every night since 45 this bomber boy has stayed alive

I can’t believe she’s still in the sky

Me and my merlins fly

On silver wings

I am soaring through the mountains of the moon

On silver wings

I can touch the place of God