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