Thomas Zwijsen, Blaze Bayley — The Crimson Tide

Warrior He learned to fight and to survive Now he must stir the nation’s pride Fearing the crimson tide We shall go on, onto the end fight on the seas And on the oceans, in the air Fearing the crimson tide Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror Victory how ever long and hard the road may be For without victory there is no survival He has nothing to offer but blood toil tears and sweat Sixth of June, a Tuesday in 1944, allied invasion, overlord Fearing the crimson tide a million men, ready to land in Normandy, will it be victory or defeat fearing the crimson tide We will never surrender, we will never give in we will fight on the beaches, we will fight in the fields we will never surrender, we will never give in we will fight on the streets and fight til the bitter end The shadow of Gallipoli stretches long and turns him cold The memory, the tragedy, blood red foam on blood red sea Thousands of brave young men needlessly sacrificed Dead on a blood soaked beach, here is the crimson tide We will never surrender we will never give in we will fight on the beaches, we will fight in the fields We will never surrender we will never give in we will fight on the streets and fight til the bitter end We will never surrender, we will never give in We will never surrender