Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dead South, artist - The Dead South. Date of issue: 13.11.2014
Song language: English
The Dead South |
| Oh pass the rum on down the line it’s getting pretty cold |
| It’s been nine straight days of hell and burning fires in the snow |
| And I haven’t seen my baby since that old black ship set sail |
| Still we’re holding out 'till winter dies and hoping our strength prevails |
| (instrumental) |
| The full moon peaks around the clouds as the grey wolves cry |
| The hour’s getting late and we’ve drunk every bottle dry |
| Just one more march from dusk 'till dawn 'till we finally arrive |
| At the gates of those who long ago burned our houses and took our lives |
| And we’ll sing |
| «We are the Dead South who came across the sea |
| To take back our lives and leave this land of misery |
| Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound |
| Come on now tilt your bottle back and let’s go grab another round» |
| The wind is at our back the ground is shaking at our feet |
| Marching for the gates we pray the lord my soul to keep |
| For if we ever get ourselves out from this mess alive |
| I’ll be singing this song for years to say I’m happy we survived |