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On a darkened airstrip in the dead of night. 64 Ghosts on a one way flight. Mission top-secret, destination unknown No way to know if I am coming home Out into the night, we come loaded for bear We come from the sky, where only eagles dare. Hit the ground running, weapons ready to blaze The enemy is scramblin, minds like Jimi, in a purple haze. Bullets flying from weapons done silent. Look at the bodies, all died bloody and violent. The air is quiet, the ground runs red Ghosts all standing, enemies all dead. Like apparitions from the reapers cloak Ghosts disappear like Houdini, in a cloud of smoke. Into the night, back through the mist Was it a dream, or do they exist. The life of a ghost is one done hard One never knows, a bullet, a knife could pull your card. Ghosts with unknown faces, we fight for many races. We do it silent and leave no traces. Ghost in the dead of night, we fire at will A sniper’s bullet, one shot, one kill Enter the building, a kick of the door The flash, the bang, the bodies hit the floor. Again into the night, a mission complete A job done well, by the unknown, the elite. Like apparitions from the reapers cloak Ghosts disappear like Houdini, in a cloud of smoke. On that darkened airstrip, in the dead of night. 64 ghosts on a homeward flight. Into the night, back through the mist Was it a dream, or did they exist.


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