типа басового соло 4-42 + в конце много соло, чуть подобрал In the gloom the gathering storm abates (How long on this longest day) In the ships gimlet eyes await ('Til we finally make it through) The call to arms to hammer at the gates (How long on this longest day) To blow them wide throw evil to its fate ('Til we finally make it through)
All summers long the drills to build the machine (How long on this longest day) To turn men from flesh and blood to steel ('Til we finally make it through) From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach (How long on this longest day) From summer sands to armageddon's beach ('Til we finally make it through)
Overlord, your master not your god The enemy coast dawning grey with scud These wretched souls puking, shaking fear To take a bullet for those who sent them here
The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate A choking death enter hell's gate
Sliding we go, only fear on our side To the edge of the wire, and we rush with the tide Oh the water is red, with the blood of the dead But i'm still alive, pray to God i survive
How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through
The rising dead, faces bloated torn They are relieved, the living wait their turn Your number's up, the bullet's got your name You still go on, to hell and back again
Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall The warrior tombs, lie open for us all A ghostly hand reaches through the veil Blood and sand, we will prevail
Sliding we go, only fear on our side To the edge of the wire, and we rush with the tide Oh the water is red, with the blood of the dead But i'm still alive, pray to God i survive