Polish Skies (ZX-6)

[Verse 1] From Warsaw’s ash to Tunis sand, a squadron forged in scorn, Skalski’s Circus rides the wind — our wings bear Poland’s thorn. The Nine’s guns sing Wolność’s hymn, a requiem for the Reich, Each rivet drips with ‘39 — we burn to make it right. [Pre-Chorus] Biało-czerwona tears in the prop-wash roar, You stole our homes, but not our claws — Zapłacicie krwią! [Chorus] ZX-6 in the sun, ghosts of the Vistula rise! For every hearth the Nazis burned, we blacken Tunisian skies. No chains, no flags, just Spitfire steel and the rage we’ve sworn to keep, We’ll bury them in desert dust where the jackals never sleep. [Verse 2] Horbaczewski’s grin, a sabre in the clouds, The Schwarze Kreuz meets Slavic wrath — no mercy, no shroud. We duel where palm trees claw the blue, our engines scream Jeszcze Polska, One burst, one kill, one debt repaid — To dla Ojczyzny, łotry! [Guitar Solo - Folk-metal fury: Phrygian scales clash with polonaise rhythms, fiddle-like guitar bends.] [Bridge] They thought the desert mute, no witness to their crime, But we’re the storm that whispered once — Pamiętamy. It’s time. [Outro Chorus] ZX-6 in the sun, the vultures circle low, For every name on Pawiak’s walls, a Stuka’s funeral glow. The Nine’s shadow stains the sand where the Third Reich’s dreams decay, We are the vengeance Warsaw bred — the Kresy’s price to pay.