Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again

Dark shadows emanate the sky
Visions of life and bodies lie
Photos of his home, his family smiles
Turned to ash in the whispers of his sigh

Tread On, Flame On, As They Await
Let not, these weapons, decide your fate
The fields, of air, beyond your sight
Be not, encompassed, by the night

Now I Pray
Fly By Day

Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again

Laughter heard over hills afar
As feet creep in this door ajar
Lying vacant, their minds are blank
A click of butane will negate their ranks

Tread On, Flame On, They Lie Asleep
Been left, for dead, among the heap
All that, he wants, is to go home
Yet now, he stands, on his own

Now I Pray
Fly By Day

As the mind can take no more
No others left from his corps
Horizons are now sunlit
As he climbs in the cockpit

Never blink an eye as the tears well up again
Labored of breathing
Catapult the Asphalt, You’re ever Vaulting Death
Red Glow of Heathens
Boots imprinted upon this mud encrusted ground
This weathered soldier
Fighting for his own life and never asking why
Rise once again