we as soaring predators seek prey we as winged knights enter into the fray we ride as warriors aloft on the winds of war with our concerns of the world left below thus shall we stand before the sun and carry ourselves to the trumpets resound we as a sight unseen rise above the wasted world swept up by the searing winds amidst drifting veils turned acrid and black through the smoke that carries the stench of the dead laying lengthy shadows across the land flowing and ever-changing we climb only to descend we as soaring predators seek prey we as winged knights enter into the fray we ride as warriors aloft on the winds of war with our concerns of the world left below thus one remains alone before the sun victorious in deed and triumphant a war swift and lethal where glory shall accrue for he who is calmest and clear of purpose focused in duty and set at ease in mind accepting the certainty of death and the futility of hope free of design we as soaring predators seek prey we as winged knights enter into the fray we ride as warriors aloft on the winds of war with our concerns of the world left below thus none remain to stand before the sun as the guns begin to fade growing cold and silent awaiting the future that beckons view with detachment a hero in merciful sleep perish beneath the canvas painted skies for in honor shall death be found waiting with open arms to embrace the fallen O what a grand and glorious reward for this uncertain life of the air prepare thee O world for victory today shall carry with it the price of tomorrow and rejoices shall turn to the laments of dead and dying