The Warrior Project - Aer Vis

The Eagle, grown beyond the wildest dreams of men, it's known,
was first to reach the heavens, above all the world below.
By steel and wood, by sweat and blood, on wings of woven cloth,
he slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.
But knowing times of trouble, and the devils they may bring,
are only thwarted by the will to fight, he raised his mighty wings.
Prepared for, thus guarding peace; for liberty, his love,
he shall deliver unto evil: death, dealt swiftly from above

I am the wings of a killing machine, '47 born and my razor teeth
rip down through the wind and the ground beneath to where the wicked wail and the devil creeps.
I've broken the backs of the enemy, flown to the edge of space, and the legend known
to the dead I've made: I am made of stone, so let the hammers break, and the sickles fold. Forged in the fires of the second world war, I've been to hell, and I'm back for more,
so cap the gas and push back the door, turn fuel to fire, let the monster roar.
I'll bleed any enemy, ground or sky, when the trigger breaks, the bullet flies.
Aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice.

I am the Eagle, I am fighting on,
I am a warrior and this is my song.

Deep in the belly of a bird of prey, I'll cross half the world in a half a day, born to fly in skies red as rage, and I lit the fire of the Atomic Age.
Death in flight when the Eagle screams, and the boom shakes down from the edge of my wings;
if death don't bring you fear, then death is coming off my leash.
Come to the nightmare, come to me, to the edge of the black where the 'nether be to the wolves of the wind with a bloody shriek, come snap the chain,
cry "wake the beast!" There, in the burned and blackened ash, another enemy, dead, in the fire's breath. Smoke in the open wind won't last, the shadow of death is the one I cast.

I am the Eagle, I am fighting on,
I am a warrior and this is my song.
I am the fire raining down from above,
I am a warrior and this is my song.

"If I see the enemy amassing their planes for an attack, then I'm gonna knock the shit out of them before they take off from the ground..." - Curtis LeMay

"that's the nature of war...if you kill enough of them, they'll stop fighting." - Curtis LeMay

Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me's still outta your reach,
the killin' machine's revvin' up to speed and the devil won't dare show face to me.
Here, in the air, where the lead won't lie, and the graves I'll dig are a mile wide, feel no fear, know my pride: for God and country I'll end your life.

I am the Eagle, I am fighting on,
I am a warrior and this is my song.
I am the fire raining down from above,
I am a warrior and this is my song.
No hell can hide you, there is nowhere to run,
I am a warrior and this is my song.
I am the Eagle, I am death from above,
I am a warrior and this is my song.