اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On wings of steel it takes to the sky,
The air raid siren blasts its battle cry,
Gripping up civilians with hooks of lead,
Takes them to the sky to meet with their death.
As they dig deeper your world starts to slip,
Piercing your skin with the tightening grip, of the Talons.
Widening its wings it slowly goes higher,
Scorching the earth with nuclear fire,
Fear rises in you as it blacks out the sun,
Instinct kicks in as you start to run.
As they dig deeper your world starts to slip,
Piercing your skin with the tightening grip, of the Talons.
Its blood curdling screams will eat at your brain,
Leaving you mangled and never the same,
Planted in its jaws it has you locked in,
She'll rip you asunder with her talons.
As they dig deeper your world starts to slip,
They'll stab through your brain as your skull starts to chip.
