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Defenders of the air over Malta

Round after round after round

Keeping up the rate of fire as much as your bodies allow

Drifted to utmost perfection, you’re the one with the gun

Blasting the sky to pieces

Thick choking fumes

Deafening to the ear, blinding to the eye

The breach is opened and closed

Empty shells lie around

Their numbers are growing fast

Into the sky, by hundreds they go

A screen of steel they form

Black clouds of death, mercy unknown

They reach out for their throat

Pointed to the sky around you

Day and night on guard

Dust and sweat

Nothing less

You claim the enemy’s share

Now…spit forth death

Now…spit forth death

Pray to the shrapnel god

Pray to the shrapnel god

Raid after raid, exhaustion takes its toll

No peace today as Jerry bombs away

Weeks passing by, the strain is high

Endurance to the end, never we will repent

Raiders attack, we turn them back, yet they come in again

A fiendish assault, a story untold, a ship-barrage unfolds

Protecting the ships, while the Stukas flip, blazing the enemy sky high

We hold the line, repelling with might, raising hell with delight

Fly, fly, my enemy

Keep your distance with fright

When you try to provoke me, the ack-ack will claim its pride