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Stukas lead the way, every battle, seeking prey

close support from high command, they're ready to strike on demand

dive brakes on, push the stick

rolling over, descending quick

release the bombs, hold your breath

sirens of death

devastate, annihilate

five hundred kilos, will be your fate

of high explosives, hold your breath

sirens of death

watch the staffel, one by one

dive on target, then outrun

flak and tracers, raping the sky

but the stuka flys by and by

strafe the enemy, watch him run

shredded to pieces, life undone

shrieking from four thousand meters on high

the stukas begin their dive

devastate, annihilate

five hundred kilos, will be your fate

of high explosives, hold your breath

brace yourself, sirens of death

push the nose down, fighters in bound

no turning back, commence the attack

6 o'clock high, rear gunner's dry

drop the payload, the buildings explode

a stuka is hit, a ball of fire

falling from high, a funeral pyre

such was the fate of many a crew

sacrifice for the men below they never knew

sacrifice for the men below they never knew