Falling Fortress

Skies above the Rhineland blaze
From below, a contrail maze
A bomber burns out of control
A nine mil. Takes its toll

Ten souls per ship
In their three mile grave
No prayers are answered
None are saved

Higher to fly, sooner to die
This metal cloud, a deathly shroud

Bomb bays open
Death from above
Far below
The end of love
In the death trap high in the sky
No god up here
Prepare to die

Now a pack of Focke-Wulfs swarm
Flesh, blood and bone are torn
In this flaming final spiral
Now the end, a funeral pyre

Bring it on!