(HarrisDickinson)

The convoy lights are dead ahead

The Merchantmen lay in their bed,

The trump of... diesels hammers down,

In the oily sea - the killing ground,

His knuckles white his eyes alight,

He slams the hatch on the deadly night,

A cunning fox in the chickens lair

A hound of hell and the devil don't care



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Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer,

Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare,

A silent death lies waiting, for all of you below,

Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep



Chill the hearts of fighting men,

In open ocean wondering when?

The lethal silver fish will fly

The boat will shiver - men will die

A cast of millions - a part to play

Killer? Victim? or fool for a day

Obeying an order - men have to die

Us or them - a well rehearsed lie



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The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn,

The tar black smell of burning oil,

On the way down to Davy Jones,

Every man for himself - you're on your own

The wolf eyes watch the crosswire

"Stern tubes ready", "Aim and fire!"

They can pin some medal on your chest,

But in two more weeks - dead like the rest



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