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51° north, 7° east Within 2.5 hours we'll reach the aim at least We started late in the afternoon from home In order to put into effect the task assumed Flying straight into the twilight high up in the air Within the utter darkness we will be there Carrying a load that will bring nothing but disease By pressing only one button the bombs get released We're approaching guided by motor noise Left behind England and an inner voice Tells us that maybe it's the last time that we see Our land and our homes laying down there so silently My heart is torn apart for no answer I can find But Coventry and London still burn in my mind I cannot comprehend but also never forget What lunatic flight takes place in my head Down below the rushing planes Sleeps an unsuspecting land in peace And while the miles get more and more The unrest within increases like never before Then finally straight ahead of us appeared A silhouette shown by the moon so weird In this clear night the target so easily to find Letras de cancionesBut not just them also we were in good sight Upon command the deadly burden was thrown off Into the houses crushed that explosive stuff (just tiny) twinkling lights down there tell us from What in reality is a gigantic firestorm Sieh hinunter dort wo sie wie Fackeln brennen Schreiend durch die glühende Phosphorhölle rennen Kellerwände tanzen schaurig im Splitterbombentakt Asche Staub und Trümmer regnets zornig herab From Letras Mania