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 fateAll 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 reachOverlord, 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 hereThe world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate
A choking death enter hell's gateSliding 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[Chorus x2:]
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it throughThe 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 againValhalla 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 prevailSliding 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[Chorus x 4]
Songwriters
DICKINSON, BRUCE / HARRIS, STEPHEN PERCY / SMITH, ADRIAN FREDERICKPublished by
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