3 May 2012

The nazi plague is spreading, bombs falling like thunder.

Hitler's reign of terror, his will to take us under.

I climb into the spitfire,

I soar the blazing skies.

Enemies all around me and the distant sound of cries.

I pull her up, into the clouds,

The element of surprise.

Then down, the guns are raging,

planes falling from the sky.

There's someone on my tail,

I roll the plane around.

Gunfire spraying all around me,

I dive her t'ward the ground.

Then fire her straight toward the moon,

hear explosions far behind me.

The nazi planes are turning tale, and to their home they flee.

Victory rolls, we rule the sky,

The nazi scourge is dying,

'Til freedom we will fight this war,

For victory keep fighting!

THEREALSpitfire • Opuss № I