The enemy has appeared overhead
And the guns put on a great show
The shells burst in the clouds
Breaking the flight machines
But still they push forward
Leaving fire and a glow
Like ancient gods aloft
Flying in the blue
Away from the people
Sheltered below
Swift unrestrained
Winds leave them tossed
But their machines are free
From the human taint
Taking damage
Still flying
Delicate and fragile
Swift and surely agile
These are our saints
Protect the nation
Save the children
Our fliers fly so
The nation might live
They are upon the horizon
Defending the people
So far below
