London falls silent,
Waiting for the hell of Hitler’s making.
Waiting for the death and destruction
Of the city.
Families wait for what could be their final days.
The bombers arrive at the crack of dawn,
Ready to destroy city after city.
Searchlights light up the blood lit dawn,
While the barrage balloons get ready to snag And rake at the Germans
To salute our glorious victory.
Hanging over the heart of Britain
The city screams for someone to stop it,
Someone to bring Hitler to his defeat.