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The British:

Sailing into the night

Beyond the light

In awe of Poseidon and all his might

In tempests we're torn

By Triton's scorn

Our souls be mourned

Shackled by the Thunder God

Trim the sail, listing starboard

With a doom from  starlight wrought

The siren's cry

To the bottom of the sea

Our journey is decreed

The end is night

Where the heart has gone

Where the dreamers forever roam beyond

Down in the dream beneath the waves

Lost souls drowning in wet graves

We're caught in the eye

Of a perfect storm

Where the angels lie below

And where dreamers must now go

All souls forlorn

In the eye of the storm

A new world waiting down below

Into darkness we must go

What is waiting friend or foe?

Where angels die

At the bottom of the sea

A lost world beckons me

An ancient lie

Here yet dragons roam

Here the legends of old are living on

Down in the dream beneath the waves

Lost souls drowning in wet graves

We're caught in the eye

Of a perfect storm

Where the angels lie below

And where dreamers must now go

All souls forlorn

In the eye of the storm

With hurt deep inside

When aeons collide

We're sailing forever

Into the night

We are the forlorn

We will be reborn

And we will weather

The perfect storm

Down in the dream beneath the waves

Lost souls drowning in wet graves

We're caught in the eye

Of a perfect storm

Where the angels lie below

And where dreamers must now go

All souls forlorn

In the eye of the storm