| The convoy lights are dead ahead
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| The merchantmen lay in their bed
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| The thump of diesels hammer down
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| In the oily sea, the killing ground
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| Knuckles white, eyes alight
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| He slams the hatch on the deadly night
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| A cunning fox in the chicken’s lair
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| A hound of Hell and the Devil don’t care
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| Running silent, running deep
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| We are your final prayer
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| Warriors in secret sleep
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| A merchantman’s nightmare
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| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
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| Running silent, running deep
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| Sink into your final sleep
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| Chill the hearts of fighting men
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| In open ocean wondering when
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| The lethal silver fish will fly
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| This boat will shiver, men will die
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| A cast of millions, a part to play
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| Killer, victim, fool for the day?
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| Obeying an order, men have to die
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| Us or them, a well-rehearsed lie
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| Running silent, running deep
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| We are your final prayer
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| Warriors in secret sleep
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| A merchantman’s nightmare
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| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
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| Running silent, running deep
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| Sink into your final sleep
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| The lifeboat’s shattered, the hull is torn
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| The tar black smell of burning oil
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| On the way down to Davy Jones
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| Every man for himself, you’re on your own
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| The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
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| Stern tubes ready, aim and fire
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| They can pin some medal on your chest
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| Ah, in two more weeks, dead like the rest
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| Running silent, running deep
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| We are your final prayer
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| Warriors in secret sleep
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| A merchantman’s nightmare
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| A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
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| Running silent, running deep
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| Sink into your final sleep
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| Running silent, running deep
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| We are your final prayer
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| Warriors in secret sleep
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| A merchantman’s nightmare |