Latent Anxiety - Galley lyrics

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Verse A:

Up to war, proud navy fleet.

Bench of wood, chained to the feet.

Sick and sore, move to the beat.

Near to die, burnt by the heat.

Verse B:

Pounding drum, cracking the whip.

Blood and sweat run from the rip.

Day and night, eternal trip.

Weary men, thrown from the ship.

Verse C:

Fog is gone, longboats in sight.

Swords and bows, ready to fight.

Kill for Rome, sounds always right.

Emperor, shine in the light.

Chorus:

Galley, we keep rowing faster.

Into the disaster.

Long live our master.<br />

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Thanks to Razvan