Teksty:
Bathory Death From Above

mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights

mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights

among the rubble glows Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky Death From Above From the