Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time   From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky   Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below   Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows      Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive   As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky      Death From Above      From the bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab   Hells fire pouring down upon the earth   Incendiary high explosives falling through the sky   To detonate at ground level to enflame to kill to burn      Bombs away heading west 452 Group returns to base   All land below engulfed in smoke the city is ablaze      Death From Above      Again at night the roar of engines in the dark above   The Merlin rumble now 514 Sqadron has arrived   With bellies full of daeth and bomb doors open wide   To destroy what 542 Group may have left behind      The pathfinders unloads a colour full veil glow so bright   And the rubble city down below burn throughout the night      Death From Above