In the Arctic seas
Descend to 3000 feet
In this iron shell
Our home in war
Our comms are down
The nearest fleet has gone
We missed our orders
How we are to engage
We're in the black
Three months left in here
Stealthily, laying low
Fearing for the worst
The chance is real
That our homes are gone
The letters burn our thoughts
If the silence presumes
The nuclear war might
Annihilate the Earth
Before we rise
To breathe the toxic air
Last crew standing
In this iron shell, beneath the war
Humanity is dying
We are waiting for the fall
The whole crew knows
That desolation will wait us up there
Counting down on days
And speculating winds of death
Save us!
Last crew standing
In this iron shell, beneath the war
Humanity is dying
We are waiting for the fall
The whole crew knows
That desolation will wait us up there
Counting down on days
And speculating winds of death
Save us!