Take the children  March them off to war  Only numbered  To count down the final score    Lay in waiting  For the end to come  And their only chance  Is loaded in their gun    They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below  Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls    In battle daybreak  The field is grey and bare  They feel the presence  Of death that's in the air    They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below  Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls    Take the children  March them off to war  Only numbered  To count down the final score    In the trenches  A battle to begin  And they're waiting  To ride the wings again    They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below  Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny  Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls    Riding on the wings  Riding on the wings  Riding on the wings  Oh, of destiny