We dropped through the overcast silent as death Our twenty pounders trained on the airship ahead Grapplers sailed across. We stormed over her trim. The war between brothers ablaze at the Pacific rim
Her Captain shouted at the sight of my raiders: "You're lower than the worst goddamned traitors. You've got my ship, but you've still lost your war." With my sabre to his neck, I demanded more.
He tossed me a cable he'd long ago received I saw it with my eyes but could scarcely believe Four months ago, as we set fire to the skies Our countrymen fell broken at the Mason-Dixon line
Still we press on... (Go!) Towards the waning sun... (Go!) Our bow cutting hard through the air Never looking back... (No!) We'll never go back... (No!) Only misfortune lives there.
We hove over to the Australian coast Took on stores as you confirmed the worst. Amnesty had fallen to all by my crew Accidental pirates now chased by the Blue
The ship was weighted off, the ballast vented. The ship of pariahs no longer protected. By the flag we still gallantly fly By the cause for which we'll bravely die.
Still we press on... (Go!) Towards the waning sun... (Go!) Our bow cutting hard through the air Never looking back... (No!) We'll never go back... (No!) Only misfortune lives there.
Soldiers without a nation Warriors without a war
Still we press on... (Go!) Towards the waning sun... (Go!) Our bow cutting hard through the air Never looking back... (No!) We'll never go back... (No!) Only misfortune lives there.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
