[Intro: galloping twin guitars] [Verse 1] Out of Jalalabad at dawn, We hunt the valley floor, Two eyes of glass, a belly green, And rockets on the wing for war. They call my ship the Devil's Chariot, Shaitan-Arba, so they cry, No rifle made can pierce my hide, I own this piece of sky. [Verse 2] We're coming home, the runway's near, The gear is coming down, And three men stand up out of the scrub Like men in church about to sing. A growl is in their ears, A fire leaves the ground, It's climbing, climbing to the heat, And it will not be turned around. [Chorus] Hind! Hind! Rotor and steel! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh! Hind! Hind! Fire from the ground! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh! [Verse 3] The first one falls, the second falls, The camera says there's two, A boy is screaming God is great, And swinging at the blue. The lens cap's on the first one, So the record doesn't hold, And three of us came down that day, Whatever you've been told. [Guitar Solo: twin harmony] [Verse 4] We hunt them up the valley, Mules along a dry streambed, My rocket finds a truck, it burns, And a man runs in instead, He drags a body from the flames, His back is burning too, And they go down into the earth Like water, and are through. [Verse 5: slower, half-time] I look down a well among the fields, A circle in the ground, And a face looks up from the bottom of the world, And we both know what we've found. I had my hand on that throat once In the dirt of Son Tay, And a rifle butt came out of the dark And took the prize away. [Bridge: male choir, chanted] Menya zdes' ne bylo. Menya zdes' ne bylo. (I was never here) (I was never here) [Final Chorus] Hind! Hind! Rotor and steel! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh! Hind! Hind! Fire from the ground! Whoa-oh, whoa-oh! [Outro: rotor gallop slows, stops] [End]
