Soldiers Of The Skies

The wind graced my soul and I was born
I fly through destiny’s sky with eagles claws
Feel my power alive and rejoicing fear me
Feel my compassion strangling and confining embrace me
For I am your death. Never again.
Tears of joy no longer matter
In fear today I regret my duty, but comply for honor
Hated by enemies, Hated by allies
Alive are we confined as we are
Soldiers of the Skies...

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