U-27
(Confederats)
© Confederats

We are the crew of the U-27
We wait 50 years on the cold ocean floor
A depth charge above us sent us to the bottom
But now we blow ballast continue the war
A skeleton crew I guess you could call us
We are the bones of the Fatherland's best
The devil has promised us ships for the sinking
He sails now as captain and personal guest
Hans says that barnacles hold us together
Our uniforms rotten our shoes green w/ mold
The torpedoes are rusted but we know they're deadly
Stamped on the side the Reich Eagle so bold
Stein at the periscope sights now a freighter
We turn and deliver our death from below
Then we return to our grave on the bottom
Till you sail above us - Oh yes we will know