Never two months at sea always three
and at last we have been called home
yet I feel like a murderer of the helpless
as we surface to take air and charge batteries
We are the sea pack the wolves
the last of the first made
and we are sailing home today
in seas cruel and unkind
Never wanted to be what I have become
all my brothers feel the same
we just do our service
yet so want to be home
Three months choking on fumes
three months of ******
I hope the mercy of my lord
he can somehow forgive me
We suffer for a cause we don't understand
they say it is right for the glory of fatherland
all orders we do obey and then act
for we are the last of the wolf pack
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Never two months at sea always three
and at last we have been called home
yet I feel like a murderer of the helpless
as we surface to take air and charge batteries
We are the sea pack the wolves
the last of the first made
and we are sailing home today
in seas cruel and unkind
Never wanted to be what I have become
all my brothers feel the same
we just do our service
yet so want to be home
Three months choking on fumes
three months of ******
I hope the mercy of my lord
he can somehow forgive me
We suffer for a cause we don't understand
they say it is right for the glory of fatherland
all orders we do obey and then act
for we are the last of the wolf pack
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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