The red sun.

Stretched across this land of white
Early do we hear her call
The Red sun rising awakes the night
As we rest in the corridor…

Ooh its a cold December
Gusts of silence on island breeze
Ohh what a cold December
Ashen molt and sunken debris

Red beams strike the oceans current
Held too strong for hulls of eight
And the 2402 who that day weren’t
Afraid of the enemy at 0748

Stretched across this land of white
Gently do we hear their calls
Never to return that night
As they rest in the corridors

Their cries, we keep as our own
Replaying in our minds as drums of timpani
The solemn day that will forever remain in our hearts, a day of infamy

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