A tolling bell awakes me as the ship rolls through the night.
Is it just my tired mind or is this waking sight?
A man-o-war to port-side with her colours streaming red
Do I see with waking eyes the sea give up the dead?
Im no ship of the line
Is it steel? Is it sulphur?
Is it pain? Is it torture?
Is it war?
They have come. they have been here. Beating drums, ever they steer for the shore.
Just for the fame, just for the moment.
Batteries have opened up again.
Have you found an enemy or friend?
We all know where this is going to end. Nothing but dust in your empty hands.
Wisdom is calling to the simple slay your foolish pride.
The apple must be given or the fruit will poison be.
It is better to go hungry than to be hung on a tree
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A tolling bell awakes me as the ship rolls through the night.
Is it just my tired mind or is this waking sight?
A man-o-war to port-side with her colours streaming red
Do I see with waking eyes the sea give up the dead?
Im no ship of the line
Is it steel? Is it sulphur?
Is it pain? Is it torture?
Is it war?
They have come. they have been here. Beating drums, ever they steer for the shore.
Just for the fame, just for the moment.
Batteries have opened up again.
Have you found an enemy or friend?
We all know where this is going to end. Nothing but dust in your empty hands.
Wisdom is calling to the simple slay your foolish pride.
The apple must be given or the fruit will poison be.
It is better to go hungry than to be hung on a tree
Is it just my tired mind or is this waking sight?
A man-o-war to port-side with her colours streaming red
Do I see with waking eyes the sea give up the dead?
Im no ship of the line
Is it steel? Is it sulphur?
Is it pain? Is it torture?
Is it war?
They have come. they have been here. Beating drums, ever they steer for the shore.
Just for the fame, just for the moment.
Batteries have opened up again.
Have you found an enemy or friend?
We all know where this is going to end. Nothing but dust in your empty hands.
Wisdom is calling to the simple slay your foolish pride.
The apple must be given or the fruit will poison be.
It is better to go hungry than to be hung on a tree
Writer: KEVIN STORM
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network