The Last Crew Lyrics

In the Arctic seas

Descend to 3000 feet

In this iron shell

Our home in war

Our comms are down

The nearest fleet has gone

We missed our orders

How we are to engage

We're in the black

Three months left in here

Stealthily, laying low

Fearing for the worst

The chance is real

That our homes are gone

The letters burn our thoughts

If the silence presumes

The nuclear war might

Annihilate the Earth

Before we rise

To breathe the toxic air

Last crew standing

In this iron shell, beneath the war

Humanity is dying

We are waiting for the fall

The whole crew knows

That desolation will wait us up there

Counting down on days

And speculating winds of death

Save us!

Last crew standing

In this iron shell, beneath the war

Humanity is dying

We are waiting for the fall

The whole crew knows

That desolation will wait us up there

Counting down on days

And speculating winds of death

Save us!