Helicopters - Orchid

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