The convoy lights are dead ahead
The Merchantmen lay in their bed,
The [bad word] of... diesels hammers down,
In the oily sea – the killing ground,
His knuckles white his eyes alight,
He slams the hatch on the deadly night,
cunning fox in the chickens lair.
hound of [bad word] and the devil don't care. [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, we are your final prayer,
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare,
silent death lies waiting, for all of you [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, sink into your final sleep.

Chill the hearts of fighting men,
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly,
The boat will shiver – men will die.
cast of millions – a part of play
Killer? victim? or fool for a day?
Obeying an order – men have to die.
Us or them – a well rehearsed lie. [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, we are your final prayer,
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare,
silent death lies waiting, for all of you [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, sink into your final sleep.

The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn,
The tar black smell of burning oil,
On the way down to Davy Jones,
Every man for himself – you're on your own.
The wolf eyes watch the crosswire.
"Stern tubes ready", "Aim and fire!"
They can pin some medal on your chest,
But in two more weeks – dead like the rest. [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, we are your final prayer,
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare,
silent death lies waiting, for all of you [bad word] silent [bad word] deep, sink into your final sleep.