out of the sun they fly
towards me in a blinding light
my chance to fight is slim
my future now is grim
a phoenix with wings of fire
I try to run climbing higher and higher
the battle now is in the sky
in this fight I shall surely die
Fly...for my honor
Fight...for your freedom
Fly...for my life
Fight...for what is right
two now are on my tail
as they fire I feel the pain
straight from the depths of hell
if I live I'll go insane
fire has broke out as I start to spin
I'm headed towards the sea
this battle I did not win
now at last my soul can be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem