It doesn't matter now. Yes I'm alive. We are adrift. We have delivered the bomb.
We are the men who've delivered the bomb.
Blood is the shade of the waves as the day is done. (Carries the scent for miles and miles.) Come now hold tight, we must fight until the night has run. (We surely all shall die and die.)
I saw a shape as it slipped through the waves. Oh no. I saw a mass as it passed in the deep below.
And the air is filled with screaming death. The widow-maker and his gaping maw.
“What shall we call him?” “What does he say?”
"I am the hammer and you are my nails on high.”
Save our souls because we are drowning. In this blood.
"Up from the deep. Up from the deep whence I dream of your flesh. Rising to feed. Feeling my way through an ocean of blood. Red is the shade of my world and your face frozen in fear. Feeling the beat of your heart in my skin. Virtue or sin. Ampullae! Ampullae! Voltage is king. I am the last of my kind."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
