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Machines made for killing at mach speed and more
Sleek in design and loaded for war
Sidewinding missiles, heat-seeks and sparrows
Strafing squadrons cause havoc and terror
Winged Assassins - Seek their prey
Camouflage colours impair observation
Insignia painted depicting its nation
Defying detection at low altitude
Penetrate, attack, evade and elude
Soaring death - Taking lives
No escape - Widows weep
Winged Assassins - Seek their prey
Radar is sweeping and scanning the skies
Searching out targets with infrared eyes
Enemy forces appear on the screen
Computers lock in, all systems are green
Formation - Orders, permission to arm
Closing in - To make the kill
Trigger in hand, blood l*st in his heart
The pilot is ready to play out his part
Underwing stores await a demand
Releasing the arsenal upon his command
Soaring death - Taking lives
No escape - Widows weep
Permission is given to unleash the power
Rockets home in, strike and devour
Wreckage falls helpless rolling in flames
Another life wasted in some general's games
Task complete - Honours awaiting heroes
Painted scr*p - Awarding murder
Winged Assassins - Seek their prey