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Soul Harvester - Old Head of Kinsale
The celtic sea is calm, the waves not high
on the distant horizon, rising sun in the sky
The bow ploughs through the water of the "Lusitania"
The smoke from the chimneys, visible from afar
By reaching the war zone no one will be save
'cause everyone is under attack
no difference between civilian nor military use
the helmsman doesn't take a course back
Head towards your destiny
sink into the darkened sea
rest forever in the deep
memorial for all eternity
Old Head of Kinsale
The German submariner lurks in the depths
SM U20 is taking its steps
"torpedo in water", "ready for impact"
incredulous faces wait for contact
Two massiv explosions tear apart the hull
sending just one final call
One Thousand One Hundred Ninety Eight souls
die in the sea just only for fools
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