A 109 and a Wingman

In lofty heights, on eagle's wings. O'er all the lands we fly...... Brave pilots all, in 109's, Luft: Masters of the Skies.

Oh Briton's Bane, you 109. All tremble, shake and cower. In fear they scatter like the wind. Lest face your awesome power.

Now come, oh Death, you pox of men, Fly wingman at our side. Let come what foe dare face our wrath, We'll meet them all with pride.

Then from the blue, on wings of steel. Like Odin's wrath we'll fall....... Our guns ablaze, our prey will die, We'll purge the land of all.

No foe can stand against our might, No foe can match our power. Though some will try, all must fail, O'er all, the Luft will tower.

Come then you Luft, strong and brave, True comrades shall we be............ In flames they'll fall, while on we fly. In blazing Victory!

+++ HEIL LUFT +++ rings out our battle cry, Let those who hear it wail. Wreck, ruin and death befall you all. The Luft is on your tail !

by Luft36_Vondagn : General, Baron, Heinrich Von Dagn

Composed just prior to his death from cancer.

Submitted by Luft17_Beretta