Man O' War

Floating in the cold water the ghosts of sorrow haunt the deep Reaching down to drag the ruins and roam the lone deserted streets Of an old abandoned temple buried in the narrow strait Off the coast of Tarifa, Spain Gypsies scatter through the desert across the Atlas Mountain Range Hoaring remnants from the Devil from the Empires iron reign While cluttered down the mouths of rivers widowed lovers bathe and clean Silken scarves embroidered for their brand new Queen And every time she rises up the ocean sinks Her memory drags a drape of a thousand angry stings And like the moon doesn't mind if the sun doesn't shine The sea doesn't care if you're lonesome tonight Like the love that she gives condescendingly tries In its way to comfort you Set adrift into her swarm-man o war Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue as bottles cover you Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time What she wants all in good time Set adrift into her swarm-man o war Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue bottles cover you