[00:00.000] 作词 : WALKER, JEFF
[00:00.046] 作曲 : WALKER, JEFF / STEER, WILLIAM GEOFFREY / WILDING, DANIEL
[00:00.92]The sun never sets
[00:03.24]The blood never dries
[00:05.64]The selfless sacrifice
[00:07.82]Of the butchers maligned
[00:10.18]The sun never sets
[00:12.54]The blood never dries
[00:14.80]Lest we forget
[00:19.61]The sun never sets
[00:21.87]Teardrops never dry
[00:24.12]This deathless bloodshed
[00:26.36]Of the whetted knives
[00:28.82]For your sons you never wept
[00:31.04]The blood never dries
[00:33.40]The fruitless sacrifice
[00:36.74]Of the master butchers
[00:53.28]Never trusted in the dark
[00:55.53]Pecuniary villeinage
[00:58.21]A decaying realm to rapine and plunder
[01:04.29]Like maggots colonizing
[01:06.11]Contagious disease contaminating
[01:09.12]Expansionist plague to pillage & conquer
[01:13.27]The union of cruciate & saltire
[01:23.70]The callous cruciate & saltire
[01:33.95]To beneficiate the graveyard of empire
[02:02.40]In the name of his tyrannical majesty
[02:07.03]To serve the imperialist tragedy
[02:12.50]A cruel serving sovereignty
[02:17.47]A subjugating murderous monarchy
[02:22.91]Recollections of the past, revised, laundered, tainted & poisoned
[02:32.10]But I'll raise a toast to the memory of those who served in the
[02:36.47]West African squadron
[02:40.36]Merciful overlords
[02:42.05]In the name of diabolical oligarchy
[02:47.13]In the kingdom of demise rules supremacy
[02:52.30]Solipsistic crowned nobility
[02:57.20]Stern reigning gunboat diplomacy
[03:02.92]Recollections of the past, revised, condemn, taint & poison
[03:12.10]But I'll raise my glass to the memory of the wretches who
[03:15.35]Served in the preventative squadron
[03:22.00]I salute
[03:29.09]Those who tugged at the master butcher's apron strings
[03:34.92]The sun never sets
[03:37.08]The blood never dried
[03:39.58]The fruitless sacrifice
[03:41.79]Of the butchers benign
[03:44.20]The sun it never sets
[03:46.41]The blood never dries
[03:48.96]Lest we forget
[03:52.21]That the master butchers still whet their knives