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Augsburg eagle 109 |
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Mottled battle dress |
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Lifting-off climbing up high |
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Der scwarm lined up abreast |
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Cutting through the ice cold air |
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On wings burdened with fuel and led |
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I'll fly and fight my rest will come |
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At wars end or when |
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I am dead |
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The word Frei |
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Jagd is given |
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Arm your guns and set the trim |
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Watch out for the escort |
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Now let the hunt begin |
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Where eagles fly eternal sky |
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The battlefield up high |
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Twist and strike my mount of knights |
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My faithful |
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Augsburg eagle 109 |
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White contrails across the sky |
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Target sighted 2'o clock high |
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Steadily on giant wings in a box formation |
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Now the killing begins |
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I comence a run-in from astern |
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Six barrel's of mind sound |
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Trailing smoke the bomber tuble |
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Spinning nose down first towards the ground |
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Out of ammunition |
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Low on fuel |
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I break away |
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To whell down refuel and rearm |
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To intercept their second wave |
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Hanging by your prop |
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I climb Again in the sky |
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Way above those blooded fields |
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My faithful |
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Augsburg eagle 109 |
