The battle of Sirte 1942 Lyrics

In the waters of Sirte, where the cannons roar

Ships sail through the night, to a distant shore

With hope in their hearts, and steel in their veins

Onward they sail, through the fire and the rain

Under darkening skies, the convoy moves fast

Through a sea full of shadows, they know they must last

Outgunned and outnumbered, yet they press ahead

With Malta in sight, and no room for dread

The enemy waits, their forces draw near

In the silence of night, you can feel the fear

But the British ships hold, with courage so bright

They stand for survival, they stand for the fight

Through the smoke and the flames, they find their way

With the weight of the world in the light of day

In the Battle of Sirte, the sea runs wild

Through the storm and the fury, they march in file

With the odds stacked high, and the night so long

They hold the line, they carry on strong

The waves crash hard, but they stand tall

In the heart of the fight, they give it their all

Admiral's orders, keep the convoy alive

Through the barrage of shells, they fight to survive

The Italians strike hard, but the Brits won't bend

For Malta must stand, for this can't be the end

They lay down their smoke, hide from the blow

In the chaos of war, they move to and fro

With each passing hour, the stakes grow high

But they'll fight 'til the end, or until they die

Through the smoke and the flames, they find their way

With the weight of the world in the light of day

In the Battle of Sirte, the sea runs wild

Through the storm and the fury, they march in file

With the odds stacked high, and the night so long

They hold the line, they carry on strong

The waves crash hard, but they stand tall

In the heart of the fight, they give it their all

Through the darkness, through the fear

They sail on, year after year

The sea, it takes, but they never fall

They fight for the island, they fight for us all

In the winds of war, the brave still sail

Through the fire and storm, they prevail

With hearts of iron, and nerves of steel

Their sacrifice, forever real

In the Battle of Sirte, the sea runs wild

Through the storm and the fury, they march in file

With the odds stacked high, and the night so long

They hold the line, they carry on strong

The waves crash hard, but they stand tall

In the heart of the fight, they give it their all