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Verse 1: The Hangar

​Check the lineup, silver lions in the bank,

From a biplane glidder to a main battle tank.

Researching the modules, grinding through the night,

Just to get that APFSDS for the fight.

Check your silver, check your gold, keep the crew on point,

Got the bushes on the hull, hidden in the joint.

From the desert sands of Sinai to the frozen city street,

One shot, one kill—don’t accept defeat.

​Chorus

​It’s a world of thunder, it’s a world of steel,

Feel the recoil kick, yeah, you know the deal.

From the clouds in the sky to the mud on the floor,

War Thunder—this is total war.

Yeah, we’re climbing high, yeah, we’re angling the plate,

One well-placed shell decides your fate.

​Verse 2: The Dogfight

​In the cockpit, pulling Gs, tracers in the air,

Got a Spitfire on my six, but I don't even care.

Deploy the flaps, cut the throttle, watch him overshoot,

Now I’m locked on his tail, ready to execute.

Boom and zoom, energy fight, keep the speed high,

Watch the wing rip off as he tumbles from the sky.

Radar’s pinging, heat-seekers on the rail,

In the supersonic age, you can’t afford to fail.

​Verse 3: The Ground War

​Hiding in the treeline, engine turned off low,

Waiting for a Tiger or a T-80 to show.

Binoculars up, rangefind the hill,

1200 meters—going in for the kill.

Click-boom.

Hit the ammo rack, watch the turret fly,

Another "Target Destroyed" underneath the sky.

But watch the revenge bomb, hear the Stuka scream,

Coming for your roof like a nightmare dream.

​Outro

​(Sound of a jet engine passing by)

Repairing in 30...

20...

10...

We’re back in the fight.

Victory is ours

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