I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it’s wrath.
I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death…is in my wings.
To dwell among the soaring clouds they’ve known so well before. From victory roll to tail chase, at heaven’s very door.
As we fly among them there, we’re sure to head their plea. To take care my friend, watch your six, and do one more roll for me."