In the gloom the gathering storm abates. In the ships gimlet eyes await. The call to arms to hammer at the gates. To blow them wide throw evil to its fate. All summers long the drills to build the machine. To turn men from flesh and blood to steel. From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach. From summer sands to armageddon's reach. 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 flames. No escape remorseless shrapnel rains. Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate. A choking death enter hell's gates. 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. How long on this longest day. 'Til we finally make it through. How long on this longest day. 'Til we finally make it through. How long on this longest day. 'Til we finally make it through. How long on this longest day. 'Til we finally make it through