Our air defences are now breached
Breaking point is reached
In dense clouds of stolen breath
There is no beauty in all this death

When the sirens begin to howl
The banshee wail emits
Incoming force to pound the land
Spirit of the Blitz

Burn inferno bright
The ashes of the dead
Clouds of smoke from AA shells
A shrapnel mist bursting overhead

When the sirens begin to howl
The banshee wail emits
Incoming force to pound the land
Invoke the spirit of the Blitz

Into darkened shadowed spaces, incendiaries fell
Turning night o day, and instigating hell

They came just after dark
Ringed and stabbed with fire
Fury, angered blind
While overhead they grind

Broken hearts of broken men
As cities die in flames
Not forgotten are the fallen
The never-ending list of names