Helicopters

Helicopters in the sky
Ain't no time to wonder why
Shadows move across the land
Silent village quiet sleeping in waiting
Distant sound is drawing near
Hum of engines creeping fear
Stirring child in jungle lands
And all the while the wicked world is turning

And still the wicked world is turning
As another land is burning

Black hand reaching over
Hellfire run for cover
No love in their eyes
Blind men serve their master
Hellfire and disaster
No love in their eyes

Satan's locusts break the dawn
Messengers of fallen sons
Winding through the eastern skies
Spot the air like blackened swarms of sorrow
Hear the sirens on the ground
Fire falling makes no sound
Bodies burning screaming out
All the while this wicked world keeps turning

And still this wicked world keeps turning

Black hand reaching over
Hellfire run for cover
No love in their eyes
Blind men serve their master
Hellfire and disaster
No love in their eyes