The morning came, like a new born son
Some of them wished it had never come
Boys not men, the chosen few
To die with honour was all they knew
Families and friends, waved their last goodbyes
As the bright morning sun hid them from their eyes

Only the sound of engines droned
Flying overhead on their mission doomed

Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero

Somewhere in the mist on a far horizon
Too far from home only one destination
Smoke and flames as the first one strikes
Complete surprise as they wake from the night

Waves crushing in, more than ten feet high
Zeroes of death dropped down from the sky

Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero

To return meant death at the owners hand
To have failed in disgrace at the emperor's command

Standing proud in the shadows, (standing proud in the shadows) of the rising sun
The ghosts of those heros, (ghosts of those heros) the ghosts of those heros
A complete unknown

Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero

Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero
Each one a weapon and an unknown hero
Lieing in wait on the countdown to zero