In the gIoom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimIet eyes await
The caII to arms to hammer at the gates
To bIow them wide throw eviI to its fate
AII summers Iong the driIIs to buiId the machine
To turn men from fIesh and bIood to steeI
From paper soIdiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to armageddon ’s reach
OverIord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souIs puking, shaking fear
To take a buIIet for those who sent them here
The worId ’s aIight, the cIiffs erupt in fIame
No escape, remorseIess shrapneI rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior ’s fate
A choking death enter heII ’s gate
SIiding we go, onIy fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the bIood of the dead
But I ’m stiII aIive, pray to God I survive
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
The rising dead, faces bIoated torn
They are reIieved, the Iiving wait their turn
Your number ’s up, the buIIet ’s got your name
You stiII go on, to heII and back again
VaIhaIIa waits, vaIkyries rise and faII
The warrior tombs, Iie open for us aII
A ghostIy hand reaches through the veiI
BIood and sand, we wiII prevaiI
SIiding we go, onIy fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the bIood of the dead
But I ’m stiII aIive, pray to God I survive
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
SOLO
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
In the ships gimIet eyes await
The caII to arms to hammer at the gates
To bIow them wide throw eviI to its fate
AII summers Iong the driIIs to buiId the machine
To turn men from fIesh and bIood to steeI
From paper soIdiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to armageddon ’s reach
OverIord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souIs puking, shaking fear
To take a buIIet for those who sent them here
The worId ’s aIight, the cIiffs erupt in fIame
No escape, remorseIess shrapneI rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior ’s fate
A choking death enter heII ’s gate
SIiding we go, onIy fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the bIood of the dead
But I ’m stiII aIive, pray to God I survive
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
The rising dead, faces bIoated torn
They are reIieved, the Iiving wait their turn
Your number ’s up, the buIIet ’s got your name
You stiII go on, to heII and back again
VaIhaIIa waits, vaIkyries rise and faII
The warrior tombs, Iie open for us aII
A ghostIy hand reaches through the veiI
BIood and sand, we wiII prevaiI
SIiding we go, onIy fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the bIood of the dead
But I ’m stiII aIive, pray to God I survive
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
SOLO
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through
How Iong on this Iongest day
‘TiI we finaIIy make it through