The Sea

[Intro] Waves crash over the battlefield’s cries, The king’s bold plan under sullen skies. [Verse 1] Albert stands, a realm in his grasp, A kingdom small, with a giant’s clasp. The iron tide rolls in from the east, On broken fields where the ravens feast! [Guitar solo] [Verse 2] Ghent to Ypres, the line does hold, With tales of valor, brave and bold. But the enemy pushes without end, Something must break, or something must bend. [Chorus] Race to the sea, a desperate plea, Water as the lock, and the king with the key. Flood the plains, set the rivers free, Hold back the storm, protect the spree. [Bridge] From Nieuwpoort’s gates, the sluices wide, The Yser’s banks swell with the tide. Salt and water in the land’s embrace, To forge a barrier, a sacred space. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] The waters rise, a somber shield, Against the crush of the battlefield. A nation small, but spirits vast, In the water's mirror, their fate is cast. [Chorus] Race to the sea, a desperate plea, Water as the lock, and the king with the key. Flood the plains, set the rivers free, Hold back the storm, protect the spree. [Outro] Belgium’s heart beats wet and strong, In flooded fields, where they belong. Through the mire, hope does glean, In the quiet courage of the Flemish scene.