Action Stations

Bring her to periscope depth The tannoy called Prep for silent operation For all souls aboard The coast was clear Not even a light As the captain surveyed The inky darkness of the night Action stations This is not a drill Prepare torpedoes It’s time to kill The merchant captain Looked out across his deck A few more miles to Safe Harbour in the west In a second two moonlit tracks Intersect the bows Full of fateful glory As the night sky cracks Another generation Another submarine Up periscope, destruction To a land unseen So somewhere offshore Beneath the waves Lies a steel demon To bring the end of days There’s no safe harbour Waiting for their return In a mad world Where we all will learn