Cover of darkness
Wood and canvas
Little girls, little ghosts
On our brooms
No parachutes
We've lost men
We're on our own
One under each wing
Idle the engine and sing
Moon, smoke, frost and fight
We are the witches of the night
Red army
400 unseen
Freezing hands, no radios
Our learning curve
Last resort to serve
Pilots, unsung heros
One under each wing
Idle the engine and sing
Moon, smoke, frost and fight
We are the witches of the night
One under each wing (each wing)
Idle the engine and sing (each wing)
Moon, smoke, frost and fight (and fight)
We are the witches of the night
We are the witches of the night