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Bathory Death From Above

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

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

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