War Wolfe X - Straits Of Blood

Despite overtures by the allies
The Ottomans decide to join with the Germans
They will wage war for their ancient territory they'll fight
Their ancient enemy the Russians
They have control of the supply lines
The Dardanelle straits and the Black Sea
Istanbul overlooking it all the allies must attack and seize
To sail through the straights take control insular
Sailing on sailing right past the Gallipoli Peninsula
But they are fools truly if they think
The Ottomans wouldn't mount a defense
Laying out mines all throughout the water
So dense it'll cut right through their ships
Sail through the Straits of the Dardanelles
Okay, but they prepared well
They have mines laid out in the sea
The word doom is what they spell
For all the men who are claimed by the sea
But there's no way they can fail
The seas look calm but they become a grave
In the future there's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
A vast naval fleet passes through the straits
Explosions rock the decks of the ships
Mines detonating along with heavy guns
Start to damage the vessels start to rip
A few ships sunk at the entrance of the channel
Sends panic all throughout the line
Some can be saved but a few of the ships
Lost every man to the waters hard to find
They must turn back or be annihilated
A humiliating loss they must shift
Switch up their plans and secure the peninsula
With an army on the shores marching in
Battleships sunk the Navy falls back
It is now up to the army
To make the passage safe an amphibious assault
Like the world has never seen but is it folly
Sail through the Straits of the Dardanelles
Okay, but they prepared well
They have mines laid out in the sea
The word doom is what they spell
For all the men who are claimed by the sea
But there's no way they can fail
The seas look calm but they become a grave
In the future there's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
In the future
There's no way you can tell
The landing crafts are prepared
Land on the beaches unaware
Traverse now up the steep cliffs
The enemy is surprised with all this
But the enemy has the high ground
And on the flatter beaches men are shot down
The machine guns will make it quick work
Fallen soldiers filled with bullets shot in quick burst
The dead here are the lucky ones
The wounded are left to bleed out the ocean turns to blood
The dead here are the lucky ones
The men in the trenches left to watch them rot in the sun up above
There's no decision in these battles digging in
Trenches are established misery filling them
In between the lines see the corpses pile up
The men who went over lay dead where they slump
Beautiful sunrise over the Aegean
Is offset by the stench of the dead oh the feeling
The living must feel as the flies start to swarm
And disease make conditions turn from bad to revealing
The dead here are the lucky ones
The wounded are left to bleed out the ocean turns to blood
The dead here are the lucky ones
The men in the trenches left to watch them rot in the sun up above
The dead here are the lucky ones
The wounded are left to bleed out the ocean turns to blood
The dead here are the lucky ones
The men in the trenches left to watch them rot in the sun up above
In the sun up above

Written by:
Reginald Handy

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