[Spoken Intro] "They told us the sea would be our path to glory. But looking out at that grey horizon... it feels more like a graveyard. The air tastes of salt and diesel, and the man next to me is shaking— not from the cold, but from the weight of what’s coming. Tonight, the world holds its breath. If we fall, the light goes out forever. So, we don't look back. We don't look down. We just wait for the ramp to drop... and we run into the fire." [Verse 1] The salt-spray stings like needles, In the belly of the steel whale. Darkness heaves with the engine’s roar, As we ride the throat of the gale. Five thousand ghosts on a churning sea, The horizon bleeds a charcoal grey. No prayers are left for the weak of heart, On the edge of the longest day. [Chorus] Storm the sand! Breach the gate! Chains of iron meet the hands of fate. Through the leaden rain and the crimson foam, We carve a path to the hills of home. Thunder shakes the world tonight, As the steel tide rises to claim the light! [Verse 2] The cliffs of France are jagged teeth, Waiting to bite the bone, Beneath the shadow of the Atlantic wall, Where the kings of dust are prone. The ramp drops down like a guillotine, The air turns thick with lead. The channel drinks the young man’s name, Turning the white surf red. [Bridge] No retreat. No white flag. Only the thunder of the mortar’s drag. From Omaha’s hell to Juno’s fire, We pull the world from the funeral pyre. Charge! [Guitar Solo / Instrumental] [Chorus] Storm the sand! Breach the gate! Chains of iron meet the hands of fate. Through the leaden rain and the crimson foam, We carve a path to the hills of home. Thunder shakes the world tonight, As the steel tide rises to claim the light! [Outro] The bunkers fall silent. The smoke starts to clear. The price of the morning Is written in tears. Over the bluffs, the giants tread... Remember the living. Honor the dead. The tide has turned.
