Hanging on, it's breaking

The ethos will fall

Among the glass and fire

We buried them all.

So they come down from the north

Traveling at such a great speed

Church bells are ringing alone

You should take cover and run.

Below on the ridge

It's like syringe

The flight of the flynns

Guiding your mind.

When all the dust filled the air

They had arrived on the scene

The church and the buildings are down

You should take cover and run.

Relax on the ridge

It's like syringe

The flight of the flynns

Guiding their mind.