Album: The Art of War
But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never comb back into being nor can the dead ever be brought back to life
Morning saw an air strike
The sirens scream out loud
Callings on the radio
Of what is coming
Appearing on the radar
A threat from over seas
Flash on the horizon
Casts shadows on the ground
Bringers of destruction
Are ravaging the land
Fury of the bombers
A force to reckon
Sets the world on fire
Then turns to strike again
Flames are burning higher
The bombs keep falling
AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Bend under a cover
You be quick or be dead
Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above
Carpet bombing cities
And grinding them to dust
Abel men and women
Will all be victims
Everyone is out for
The wake of their attack
Bombers show no mercy
Our land in ruins
Homes have turned to rubble
And the airstrike has been approved
Tasting their destruction
Fear the black wings of death
Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Nothing remains
Cities in ruins
Return to dust
Over the hills
Rise from the ashes
A strike
AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Bend under a cover
You be quick or be dead
Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above