In the gloom the gathering storm abatesIn the ships gimlet eyes awaitThe call to arms to hammer at the gatesTo blow them wide throw evil to its fateAll summers long the drills to build the machineTo turn men from flesh and blood to steelFrom paper soldiers to bodies on the beachFrom summer sands to armageddon's reachOverlord, your master not your godThe enemy coast dawning grey with scudThese wretched souls puking, shaking fearTo take a bullet for those who sent them hereThe world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flamesNo escape, remorseless shrapnel rainsDrowning men no chance for a warrior's fateA choking death enter hell's gatesSliding we go, only fear on our sideTo the edge of the wire,And we rush with the tideOh the water is red,With the blood of the deadBut I'm still alive, pray to God I surviveHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughThe rising dead, faces bloated tornThey are relieved, the living wait their turnYour number's up, the bullet's got your nameYou still go on, to hell and back againValhalla waits, valkyries rise and fallThe warrior tombs lie open for us allA ghostly hand reaches through the veilBlood and sand, we will prevailSliding we go, only fear on our sideTo the edge of the wireAnd we rush with the tideOh the water is redWith the blood of the deadBut I'm still alive, pray to God I surviveHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it through
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In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await
The call to arms to hammer at the gates
To blow them wide throw evil to its fate
All summers long the drills to build the machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel
From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls puking, shaking fear
To take a bullet for those who sent them here
The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flames
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate
A choking death enter hell's gates
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
And we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
With the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
The rising dead, faces bloated torn
They are relieved, the living wait their turn
Your number's up, the bullet's got your name
You still go on, to hell and back again
Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs lie open for us all
A ghostly hand reaches through the veil
Blood and sand, we will prevail
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire
And we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red
With the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
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