Arandora Star

Arandora Star

They set sail on Arandora Star
On a floating death trap of doom
Exiled just for their native lands
They were sent to a watery tomb
By a ruler who feared the enemy within

And they set sail on Arandora Star
Seized from their beds in the night
They posed no threat
They came in peace
They’d fled the forces of the Reich
But the powers that be were like-minded

And they set sail on Arandora Star
Bound for prisons afar

The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
As they set sail on Arandora Star

Shots rang out in the morning hours
When a red cross could have kept them away
As the ship went down the crew gave their lives
So the prisoners could evacuate
They worked in unison for the saving of lives

But the papers told of pure brute force
Animalistic survival fights
Distorted the truth to blame the victims
Portrayed compassion as spite
For the media feared the enemy within
Which was non-existent

The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The guns were fired
The blood was shed

Bodies washed up on the Irish shore
In impoverished communities
Enemy nationals against their will
Laid to rest in coastal villages
Where they tend the graves of the dead to this day

Now history’s written by those in power
And their tireless media slaves
They’d rather forget the Arandora Star
And the people they sent to their graves
But when prejudice strikes from the powers above
Then let all races fight back as one

The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed

Lyrics: Aidan Cross
Music: Cross/Kloos/Armstrong/Edwards

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