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Augsburg eagle 109
 Mottled battle dress
 Lifting-off climbing up high
 Der swarm lined up abreast
 Cutting through the ice cold air
 On wings burdened with fuel and led
 I'll fly and fight my rest will come
 At wars end or when I am dead
 The word Frei Jagd is given
 Arm your guns and set the trim
 Watch out for the escort
 Now let the hunt begin
 Where eagles fly eternal sky
 The battlefield up high
 Twist and strike my mount of knights
 My faithful Augsburg eagle 109
 White contrails across the sky
 Target sighted 2'o clock high
 Steadily on giant wings in a box formation
 Now the killing begins
 I comence a run-in from astern
 Six barrel's of mind sound
 Trailing smoke the bomber table
 Spinning nose down first towards the ground
 Out of ammunition
 Low on fuel I break away
 To well down refuel and rearm
 To intercept their second wave
 Hanging by your prop I climb
 Again in the sky
 Way above those blooded fields
 My faithful Augsburg eagle 109.