Sea Wolves of the Atlantic
Hunting within the deep black
Planning to never come back
Wolves sailing with their heads low
Ride the ocean as a bleak glow
Black and white both day and night
Blue and grey a pale light
Wolves hunting for their last kill
The ocean will soon drink its fill
Sea wolves... Sea wolves... Sea wolves of the Atlantic...
Fighting high on the dark blue
Riding high on waves of doom
Bullets and bombs are flying
Good and honest men are dying
Fascists and nazis together ride
And our men will drown and die
In the end upon the ocean gloom
The allies win and the axis is doomed
Sea wolves... Sea wolves... Sea wolves of the Atlantic...
Writer/s: Richard Weeks
