The morning came like a new born son Some of them wished it had never come Boys not men, the chosen few To die with honour was all they knew
Families and friends waved their last goodbyes As the bright morning sun 'Hid them from their eyes Only the sound of engines droned Flying overhead On their missions doomed
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero Lying in wait On their countdown to zero
Somewhere in the mist On that far horizon Too far from home, only one destination Smoke and flames as the first one strikes Complete surprise as they wake from the night Waves rushing in more than ten feet high Zero’s of death Drop down from the sky
Each one a weapon And an unknown hero Lying in wait On their countdown to zero
To return meant death By the owners hand To have failed in disgrace at the emperors command Standing proud in the shadow of that rising sun The ghost of those heroes A complete unknown
