The Dead South - The Dead South lyrics
[The Dead South - The Dead South lyrics]
Oh pass the rum on down the
Line it's getting pretty cold
It's been nine straight days of hell
And burning fires in the snow
And I haven't seen my baby since
That old black ship set sail
Still we're holding out 'till winter dies
And hoping our strength prevails
The full moon peaks around the clouds
As the grey wolves cry
The hour's getting late and we've
Drunk every bottle dry
Just one more march from dusk 'till
Dawn 'till we finally arrive
At the gates of those who long ago
Burned our houses and took our lives
And we'll sing "We are the Dead South who
Came across the sea
To take back our lives and
Leave this land of misery
Our will is our weapon
Our hearts forever bound
Come on now tilt your bottle back
And let’s go grab another round"
The wind is at our back the
Ground is shaking at our feet
Marching for the gates we pray the
Lord my soul to keep
For if we ever get ourselves
Out from this mess alive
I'll be singing this song for years
To say I'm happy we survived
Line it's getting pretty cold
It's been nine straight days of hell
And burning fires in the snow
And I haven't seen my baby since
That old black ship set sail
Still we're holding out 'till winter dies
And hoping our strength prevails
The full moon peaks around the clouds
As the grey wolves cry
The hour's getting late and we've
Drunk every bottle dry
Just one more march from dusk 'till
Dawn 'till we finally arrive
At the gates of those who long ago
Burned our houses and took our lives
And we'll sing "We are the Dead South who
Came across the sea
To take back our lives and
Leave this land of misery
Our will is our weapon
Our hearts forever bound
Come on now tilt your bottle back
And let’s go grab another round"
The wind is at our back the
Ground is shaking at our feet
Marching for the gates we pray the
Lord my soul to keep
For if we ever get ourselves
Out from this mess alive
I'll be singing this song for years
To say I'm happy we survived