The halifax blindness
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@Arnel Muslija
The halifax blindness
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@Arnel Muslija
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
The Narrows are choking in December’s cold breath
Two iron hulls crossing the highway of death
The Mont-Blanc is silent, her belly is full
With picric acid and tnt fuel
No flags on the mast, no warning is given
Into the path of the Imo she’s driven
A sparks on the deck, the water turns black
There is no return on this one-way track.
[Chorus]
And the sky turned to iron, the harbor ran dry
A three-thousand tons of a burning goodbye
The shadows were melted right into the snow
Down in the trenches where the dead waters flow
Halifax is blinding, the anchors are gone
We stand in the ruins and wait for the dawn.
[Verse 2]
The dockworkers stared at the burning white frame
Unknowing the monster that carried no name
The blast wave came sweeping, a miles in a breath
Erasing the families, the kingdom of death
A tidal wave rising from depths of the bay
Washing the remnants of cardboard away
The pressure-force blinded a thousand of eyes
Under the grayness of cold winter skies.
[Chorus]
And the sky turned to iron, the harbor ran dry
A three-thousand tons of a burning goodbye
The shadows were melted right into the snow
Down in the trenches where the dead waters flow
Halifax is blinding, the anchors are gone
We stand in the ruins and wait for the dawn.
[HEAVY GUITAR SOLO]
(The real wah pedal screams wide open! A brutal, slow, and painfully long Fender Sunburst guitar solo driving straight through the Marshall Guv'nor GV-2 and Crate amp chain, mimicking the shockwave and heavy metal tearing of the ship's hull. The bassline keeps a slow, crushing rhythm...)
[Bridge]
The telegraph operator tapped out his last breath
"Hold up the trains, we are heading for death"
His finger stayed frozen right on the key
Saving the strangers he never would see
An iron-willed sacrifice locked in the ground
While the blizzard came falling without any sound.
[Outro]
The harbor is quiet, the black water stills
The smoke is now drifting across the dead hills
No names in the ashes, no words on the stone
The working-class army is leaving alone...!
The Narrows are choking in December’s cold breath
Two iron hulls crossing the highway of death
The Mont-Blanc is silent, her belly is full
With picric acid and tnt fuel
No flags on the mast, no warning is given
Into the path of the Imo she’s driven
A sparks on the deck, the water turns black
There is no return on this one-way track.
[Chorus]
And the sky turned to iron, the harbor ran dry
A three-thousand tons of a burning goodbye
The shadows were melted right into the snow
Down in the trenches where the dead waters flow
Halifax is blinding, the anchors are gone
We stand in the ruins and wait for the dawn.
[Verse 2]
The dockworkers stared at the burning white frame
Unknowing the monster that carried no name
The blast wave came sweeping, a miles in a breath
Erasing the families, the kingdom of death
A tidal wave rising from depths of the bay
Washing the remnants of cardboard away
The pressure-force blinded a thousand of eyes
Under the grayness of cold winter skies.
[Chorus]
And the sky turned to iron, the harbor ran dry
A three-thousand tons of a burning goodbye
The shadows were melted right into the snow
Down in the trenches where the dead waters flow
Halifax is blinding, the anchors are gone
We stand in the ruins and wait for the dawn.
[HEAVY GUITAR SOLO]
(The real wah pedal screams wide open! A brutal, slow, and painfully long Fender Sunburst guitar solo driving straight through the Marshall Guv'nor GV-2 and Crate amp chain, mimicking the shockwave and heavy metal tearing of the ship's hull. The bassline keeps a slow, crushing rhythm...)
[Bridge]
The telegraph operator tapped out his last breath
"Hold up the trains, we are heading for death"
His finger stayed frozen right on the key
Saving the strangers he never would see
An iron-willed sacrifice locked in the ground
While the blizzard came falling without any sound.
[Outro]
The harbor is quiet, the black water stills
The smoke is now drifting across the dead hills
No names in the ashes, no words on the stone
The working-class army is leaving alone...!
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