Take the children
March them off to war
Only numbered
To count down the final score
Lay in waiting
For the end to come
And their only chance
Is loaded in their gun
They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below
Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls
In battle daybreak
The field is grey and bare
They feel the presence
Of death that's in the air
They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below
Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls
Take the children
March them off to war
Only numbered
To count down the final score
In the trenches
A battle to begin
And they're waiting
To ride the wings again
They're riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), from so far below
Riding on the wings (the wings), the wings of destiny
Riding on the wings (the wings), that carry their souls
Riding on the wings
Riding on the wings
Riding on the wings
Oh, of destiny