(From the depths of hell in silence) (Cast their spells, explosive violence) (Russian night time flight perfected) Undetected, unexpected Wings of glory Tell their story Aviation, deviation Stealth perfected

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

They'll tell the story of tonight You will be found And when our children tell their story No matter what they tell you Tomorrow there'll be more of us Telling the story of tonight We may not yet have reached our glory But I will gladly join the fight

Keeper of the flame I'm the keeper of the flame The teller of the story Like fireflies in the rain For the ones that came before me For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite I'm walking in their footsteps I'm singing their old songs