1. ALBATROS IN FLAMES

Crimson wings take flight
Among the dusk skies
There are no survivors
When my squadron flies

The smell of burning wreckage
Satisfies my lust
My death count
Is second to none

The Baron flies this night
Demons flap their wings
Conjured spirits evoken
And fallen angels sing

Possessed Teutonic ace
Slaughtering paratroopers
With propeller blades

The Baron flies this night
Demons flap their wings
Conjured spirits evoken
And fallen angels sing