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Early Warlord Crew
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"Spectre Song"
Fly high you mighty Spectre, you ship of blazing fools
Deal death around the table, and never play by rules
Lift up your wings at suns last ray, and silent like the night
Fly East to where your target lies, and start your deadly fight
Your foes will not suspect you're near, until they feel your sting
Spit forth a flame that points at death, and make your bullets sing
Though flak explode around you, stay on your circled path
Bathe the bad in bloody steel, make them feel your wrath
When all is quiet down below, and flames reach for the sky
Speed home you battle-weary ship, for soon the dark will fly
Speed home you mighty Spectre, touch down at sun's first ray
You've flown to hell for battle, but shun the light of day
Rest, rest you awesome Spectre, lick your battle wounds
And fill your side with deadly store for night is coming soon.
