This ship is so cold tonight
And my warmth is in hiding.
But through this imaginary porthole
I can see you again, Eva.
I promised you I’d be home again,
But oh darling some promises
Are just harder to keep

O, weary sailor and forlorn pilot
Come alike and do not terry,
O, distraught captain
Gather your head
Under this Atlantic sun,
Divided we are dead men.

On this floating iron island,
Ive seen my life before my eyes
Flashing in vibrance not seen by sane men
So what does that make me?
Why am I here,
If not to starve my heart into oblivion?

So a destroyer I’ll become.
So a destroyer I’ll become.

O, weary sailor and forlorn pilot
Come alike and do not terry,
O, distraught captain
Gather your head
Under this Atlantic sun,
Divided we are dead men.

Fire at will
Until the sky is dark with smoke
And our lungs collapse
When the sound of fear touches our ears
Fire at will
Lets crack the sky
And may it pour enemy lives

O, weary sailor and forlorn pilot
Come alike and do not terry,
O, distraught captain
Gather your head
Under this Atlantic sun,
Divided we are dead men.