Rain from the sky and the howl of the early warning
Black-out the sun!
A call to arms, and an Empire dawning
Dive through the winds, soldier on! For the victory yearning
Flying blind through the flack and the attack and the swirl of the homelands burning
Fly on to victory, a re-assigned decree
Born Twenty-three-O-Five Nineteen and blessed Forty Three
Godspeed to the hell-lands cursed, parched mouths for glories thirst
Into the maelstrom of certain death, through the garish flares of green
Trust in our hearts, though merely parts: Gears in Britannia’s war machine
We wander lonely on storm-clouds, the sign of our Empire
Emblazoned wings on shells of steel, through force-10 winds of fire
All hails to God and King!
A supplement to the British First
Soar like apocalyptic angels: Gale, Bols, Cassels, Stockwell, overlords of the air
Command the Iron Bird to war and go where eagles dare
O’er hill and dale and crag
A silhouette of fear eight thousand strong
Gliding on the light of the Union Flag
Spirits soar unto the heavens
Memorial, grave and tomb, superceded by the flash of light
And the sound of the voice of Doom
Spirits soar unto the heavens
Just the arising battery and the ceaseless drum-fire falls
Cards are cast inscribed in blood: “It’s over for you all”
This is no place for children, though the uniforms belie a blasphemy
Whilst bare-faced generals quail ‘neath crimson skies
Scant memories of glories past, in silence do we mourn
And spirits howl over unmarked graves for a flag asunder torn
At the end of days, the hand that wounds, and the heart that to no-one yields
The light that blinds whilst red reminders bloom in Flanders fields
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Imperial Vengeance Lyrics – 6th Airborne Division