War birds fly in tight formation, across the blackened sky A thousand engines roar, tremors of the approaching storm One mans insanity, revenge and retribution Steel birds fat and laden with death, their bellies open wide Commence to unleash a fiery death, upon the defenseless target A thousand souls screaming in pain as incendiary bombs detonate The smell, phosphor and petrol mix with the stench of burning flesh Firestorms rage across the city, even the air seems to be aflame The howl of airraid sirens drowns the screams of pain Noncombatants pay a bloody toll, whole city blocks disappear Damnation and a raging inferno, destruction is complete.
noncombatant, bird, phosphor, airraid, incendiary