We aim to fly.
We paint the Iron Sky.
For ages,
we've waited,
in desolated places.
For demons,
they created,
I presume they are related.
To forge the pieces together
and bring the questions to end.
When they emerge from the shadows,
we are at war again
So what do you say now?
Will you turn to us for shelter?
In desperate hours,
look up to the sky
We serve,
we live,
we die and times go by
We sing,
they call,
and paint the iron sky.
For hours,
sedated,
waiting for the call.
The code was
translated,
interception brought the fall.
To bring the people together (together),
and bring the questions to end
When they return from the out-lands,
we are at war again.
So what do you say now?
Will you turn to us for shelter?
In desperate hours,
look up to the sky.
We serve,
we live,
we die and times go by
We sing,
they call,
and paint the iron sky.
We aim to fly.
We paint the Iron Sky.
We aim to fly.
We paint the Iron Sky.
We aim to fly.
We paint the Iron Sky.