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, I'm gonna knock the shit out of them before they take off the ground. That's the nature of war, if you kill enough of them, they'll stop fighting.