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 lust 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 scrap — Awarding murder
Winged Assassins — Seek their prey