[intro] West off the cliffs of Dover, Where the water's dark and deep, There many ships have drowned, Sent to sailor's endless sleep, Secret sub, pride of the Fuhrer, Of the Kriegsmarine was she, But she just up and vanished, Back in nineteen forty three They say it held an artifact, Unearthed in distant lands, But it went down, was never found, And all aboard were damned, [chorus] The Germans called her Meerschreck, Sea Terror in Anglais, An underwater menace, From Clydebank down to Calais, And all her damned torpedos, Would count up many kills, But demons skulked, Inside her bulk, To force the Fuhrer's will [verse] One dark night, a distress call, Didn't bother to encrypt, German screams and clawing metal, Horrid laughter from that ship, "Wir kochen! Götter hilf uns!" Brits struggled to translate, "The ancient seals are broken! Zu spät! Too late! Too late!" A static..., eerie silence, Then voice that dripped with doom, "Shoo-noo-tee yah-tee dah-rah Ah-moor el-leh-pee-oom" [chorus] The Germans called her Meerschreck, But now she's something new, Her captain is a dark djinn, and skeleton her crew Some swear they hear her sonar, Her pulses pinging still, They say she creeps, At fathoms deep, Her mission unfulfilled, [outro verse] Some Russian crews speak gravely, "My ye-YO SLY-sha-lee" And Yankee crews nod silent, "Aye, heard her too, have we." French boat claims they saw her surfaced, Off of Ireland, out alone, Crew's uniforms in tatters, Nothing left there but their bones, Then a thunderclap and laughter, then once more she'd disappear, But the words upon the waves, Shook them to the core with fear. [outro] "Shoo-noo-tee yah-tee dah-rah Ah-moor el-leh-pee-oom." There's some things best left buried, Or they'll drag you down to doom
