Early in the morning
We heard the engines roar
In the sky
Thunder breaks the silence
When fire fills the sky
Burning sky
The rivers begin to boil
There's no escape
We're bound to die
Red colored is our soil
The death's falling
From the sky
Detonations around us
We all prepare to die
Die
Dead men don't tell tales
In silence we will lie
Forever lie
The rivers begin to boil
There's no escape
We're bound to die
Red colored is our soil
The death's falling
From the sky
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