[Smith / Harris / Dickinson] 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 man from flesh and blood to steel From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach From summer sends to Armageddon's reach Overload 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 send them here The world's all right the cliffs erupt in flame No escape remorseless shrapnel rains Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate A choking d**h 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 'Till we finally make it trough How long on this longest day 'Till we finally make it trough 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 wall 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 'Till we finally make it trough How long on this longest day 'Till we finally make it trough How long on this longest day 'Till we finally make it trough How long on this longest day 'Till we finally make it trough