First In & Last Out (Version 2)

(As the title says, this is another version of the previous video posted.) Lyrics: In the shadow of the rising sun, Metal birds are starting to run, With adrenaline pumping through the veins, They roar in the skies, breaking all chains. Wings of steel, the bravest of hearts, In the face of danger, they play their part, Devils of the dark, they challenge the night, With eyes on the prize, they’re ready to fight. First in, last out, the sound of the brave, With thunderous might, they dance on the wave, Baiting the fire, they'll draw the blind ire, Wild Weasels, the storm, they shall never tire. Locked on the radar, the enemy's gaze, Like wolves in the night, they enter the maze, Suppressing the force of the hostile skies, In the heat of the battle, watch the falcon rise. Chasing the pulses with every bold sweep, Into the jaws of evil where shadows creep, Their mission is clear, with courage ablaze, In silence they honor their comrades' praise. First in, last out, the sound of the brave, With thunderous might, they dance on the wave, Baiting the fire, they'll draw the blind ire, Wild Weasels, the storm, they shall never tire. In the twilight’s embrace, the dance of the deadly, With missile and radar, the tension grows heady, Hear the walls of the enemy tremble and quake, As the Weasels dive in for freedom’s sake. Here they stand, defiant and bold, Wielding their courage like purest gold, With the stars as their guide, they wade through the fray, With honor they fight, and forever they’ll stay. First in, last out, the sound of the brave, With thunderous might, they dance on the wave, Baiting the fire, they'll draw the blind ire, Wild Weasels, the storm, they shall never tire. As the skies clear and the mission is done, The heroes emerge, but the battle’s just begun, In the heart of the storm, they burn like the sun, Wild Weasels, forever, their legend lives on. First in, last out, the sound of the brave, With thunderous might, they dance on the wave, Baiting the fire, they'll draw the blind ire, Wild Weasels, the storm, they shall never tire. First in, last out, the sound of the brave, With thunderous might, they dance on the wave, Baiting the fire, they'll draw the blind ire, Wild Weasels, the storm, they shall never tire. Song belongs to me. Music made by SunoAi.