As the sun breaks above the ground
A young man stands on the hill
As the ground warms to the first ray of light
Flight NH-211011 on his way to the death
Fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way in the line
Fly and touch the death
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he going to dance with the dead
In the way of horror thunderbird
As the Captain calls in the deck
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
The death’s got your name
A choking death, enter hell’s gate
No survive in the circle of fire
Held tight by the keeper’s gate
Only a smell of death and fire
Die within a lonely of death.
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