Battle for the Atlantic I

When anarchy consumes a barren soul, the hatred overwhelms the beating heart. It sickens minds and steals the body whole then rips the cloth of empathy apart. Existence lies between what evil craves and what your world may courier by sea. Your life is steered by ships upon the waves and sustenance determines destiny. But death awaits beneath the tidal rush where darkness lurks and all the world is still. There, restless wolves, within a shrouded hush, stalk helpless prey and only hunt to kill. Though forces join to keep the wolves at bay, your destiny must front the disarray. Your destiny must front the disarray as steel demise stalks silently in packs. They lie in wait as shadows drift their way then slyly strike in merciless attacks. They prowl in stealth beneath the water’s crest to prey upon the weakest of the herd, and one by one the bones are laid to rest as tonnage from flotillas are interred. But still, you rail against the tides of fate to fortify and feed the British pride. With doggedness, you breach the devil’s gate thus, knowing well what waits the yonder side. This angst bestowed by all that lies below, let faith in God and stamina control. Let faith in God and stamina control the fear of what the devil has denied. Hold fast to trust when terror taunts your soul and let determination be your guide. Hold fast to strength, let not your vigor wane, for turpitude shall be its accolade. And, know that death will never be in vain for Liberty knows well what price is paid. Though knowing that the wolves are always near erodes the breath of courage to pursue, but unity shall quell the pangs of fear so, let your strength in numbers guide you through. ‘Tis merely fortune’s folly that can sway your chance of being predator or prey. Your chance of being predator or prey rests solely on the will to unify. To coalesce shall dissipate the fray as growing waves of terror amplify. Let only darkness be your guiding light and be a speck beneath your lucky star. Stay sight unseen, beneath the moonlit night… let only God above know where you are. But terror waits, its craving never tires, its silence stalks within the deadly still. And one by one your unity expires as hunters sink their teeth into each kill. As stealth flotillas race from sea to shore the iron beast keeps clawing at the door The iron beast keeps clawing at the door as mass migration feeds your English pride. Your herd’s demise has fueled the need for more to fill the lanes that serve salvation’s tide. The steely packs grow ever larger still intent to set their sights upon their prey. The consequence takes innocence at will as confidence slips silently away. But willing steeds shall rally to the hunt to stalk the wolves and stay their savage rage. With readied arms they charge the battlefront to taunt the skulking shadows to engage. The iron Reich intensifies its quest with lone intent, all freedom it will wrest.