[Verse 1] Late October evening chill, HMS Belos on the water I'm just the chef, the kitchen hand, observing from my quarter A heavy key is in my coat, a lock of war and steel Emergency amphetamines, the final desperate deal The kind that makes a sailor fight to let the madness win For Sweden's sake, for liberty, we let the end begin [Pre-Chorus] Three lamps upon the ceiling, a silent steady row Green and yellow and the red we never thought would glow Then the alarm A wailing scream that cuts right to the bone [Chorus] All hands on deck, battle stations My eyes reject the sight It skipped the yellow warning, straight from peace to fight Hold the line Fists clenched tight around that emergency key The metal biting in my palm, a painful memory It's happening, God help us all, the moment has arrived The war is real, we hold the line to keep this ship alive [Post-Chorus] The war is here The war is here [Verse 2] A SAAB 35 Draken, ten meters off the sea They only fly that low in war, they fly for you and me They fly, knowing the same as me The hull violently shaking, the water starts to scream My coffee walks right off the desk, a terrifying dream And I just stand there frozen, staring at the lock [Bridge] Looking down at my own hand, my knuckles burning white This tiny piece of metal dictates who will live tonight I'm not a frontline gunner, I just make sure that they eat But now I hold the poison to prevent a total fleet defeat Realization hits me like an atom bomb's design Duty calls my given name and pulls me to the line I hold the drug that keeps them up until their final breath The man who feeds the soldiers now decides their life or death [Chorus] Hold the line, hold the line I gotta hold the line Fists clenched tight around that emergency key The metal biting in my hand, fulfilling destiny It's happening, God help us all, the war has arrived The war is real, we hold the line to keep this nation alive [Outro] Green was peace, yellow was a warning, red was a myth Now pulsing and glowing red We never got the yellow God forgive us It went straight to dread It's a father's duty, it's a chef's duty It's happening We're holding the line
