Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer 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 attack 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 bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab

Hells fire pouring down upon the earth

Incendiary high explosives falling through the sky

To detonate at ground level to enflame to kill to burn



Bombs away heading west 452 Group returns to base

All land below engulfed in smoke the city is ablaze



Death From Above



Again at night the roar of engines in the dark above

The Merlin rumble now 514 Sqadron has arrived

With bellies full of daeth and bomb doors open wide

To destroy what 542 Group may have left behind



The pathfinders unloads a colour full veil glow so bright

And the rubble city down below burn throughout the night



Death From Above