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