Death from above

Laden to the brim with foul vengeance
In formation until the end
Seven squadrons strong

"Open bay doors, arm all bombs
Ten seconds to target
Deploy death"

A deafening drone at 10,000 feet
The fighters turn back now
It is the point of no return
A distant hum enthralls them

Who lie and and wait in darkness
Our metal storm is looming
Sirens, begin, their...SCREAMS!
Searchlights glance upwards

Hundreds of whistling bombs
Rain down now, death from above
In the trenches, death from above
Still, the deafening drone of our engines
Only now we fly above a sea of flames

Our utter victory is beneath us
Is their utter defeat from the skies
Until the next battle....