The Dead South - The Dead South

Oh pass the rum on down the line it’s getting pretty cold

It’s been nine straight days of hell and burning fires in the snow

And I haven’t seen my baby since that old black ship set sail

Still we’re holding out 'till winter dies and hoping our strength prevails

(instrumental)

The full moon peaks around the clouds as the grey wolves cry

The hour’s getting late and we’ve drunk every bottle dry

Just one more march from dusk 'till dawn 'till we finally arrive

At the gates of those who long ago burned our houses and took our lives

And we’ll sing

«We are the Dead South who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle back and let’s go grab another round»

The wind is at our back the ground is shaking at our feet

Marching for the gates we pray the lord my soul to keep

For if we ever get ourselves out from this mess alive

I’ll be singing this song for years to say I’m happy we survived