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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 and throw evil to its fate All summers long the drills to build a machine To turn men from flesh and blood into 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 allight, 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 gates Sliding we go, only fear on out 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 finaly mak
