The empire rules with an iron grip of fear
A tyrant on the throne who’d never take advice
And never face the truth
And never see the light
With a minute left to midnight
A mission in the dark
A man in a plane flying for our freedom
A nine thousand pound projectile
Fifty thousand feet above the tyrant
Who’d never take advice
And never face the truth
And never see the light
With a minute left to midnight
A weight falling from the sky
A bullet hits its mark
And illuminates the night
And sets fire to the sky
A wind comes and blows away the fort
And the clock was striking midnight
The tyrant is no more
The rule of fear is over
The iron grip is broken
And the clock was striking midnight