Now Spit Forth Death

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