Blackout Europe

Thirty-nine, the sky turned mean

Boots on cobblestone, black smoke in the seams

Poland in the frost, doors kicked in at dawn

Mothers held tight, but the year moved on

Maps on a table, flags in the fire

Men with cold eyes pulled the whole world higher

Paris fell quiet, London held breath

Kids learned fast what it meant to dread death

Morse in the dark, one more line

Factories waking up by design

Every shore felt the pressure rise

Every radio warned the skies

Blackout Europe, blacked out lights

Blackout Europe, long hard nights

Hold that line, hold that line

Blackout Europe, not this time

Jungle of steel, and the desert sand

Snow in the east with a rifle in hand

Atlantic waves and the convoy run

Moms back home pray over every son

Pearl in the smoke, the harbor shook

Names in the paper, one hard look

Island to island, trench to trench

Every mile came with a bitter wrench

Code words cut through the night

Hearts on the wire, ready to fight

From the bunkers down to the bay

They kept pushing day by day

Blackout Europe, blacked out lights

Blackout Europe, long hard nights

Hold that line, hold that line

Blackout Europe, not this time

Then came the camps, the ash, the truth

Whole worlds broken, stolen from youth

Never forget what power can do

If we look away, it comes back through

Blackout Europe, blacked out lights

Blackout Europe, long hard nights

Hold that line, hold that line

Blackout Europe, not this time

Forty-five, but the scars stay deep

Too many names the pages keep

Say it clear when the years go by

Never again, let the whole world cry