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