Their exhausts are like a thousand white crosses
Taking off into the fray
On the ever-maddening wisps of mankind

They dissipate so swift
So faint and so soft
All to offload the fires of hell
On our greatest of foes

But they’ll return in earnest
On the wings of revenge
As a shrill battle cry
Then fade to black

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