Bài hát Empire Of The Clouds Báo Lỗi

To ride the storm, to an empire of the clouds

To ride the storm, they climbed aboard their silver ghost

To ride the storm, to a kingdom that will come

To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion


Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars

Related giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms

The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft

"To India," they say, "magic carpet float away," an October fateful day


Mist is in the trees, stone sweats with the dew

The morning sunrise, red before the blue

Hanging at the mast, waiting for command

His majesty's airship, the R101


She's the biggest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies

For all you unbelievers, the titanic fits inside

Drum rolled tight, a canvas skin, silvered in the sun

Never tested with the fury, with a beating yet to come


The fury yet to come…


In the gathering gloom, a storm rising in the west

The coxswain stared into the plunging weather glass

We must go now, we must take our chance with fate

We must go now, for the politicians he can't be late

The airship crew awake for thirty hours at full stretch,

But the ship is in their backbone, every sinew, every inch


She never flew at full speed, a trial never done

A fragile outer cover, her Achilles would become


An Achilles yet to come...


Sailors of the sky, a hardened breed

Loyal to the king, and an airship creed


The engines drum, the telegraph sounds

Release the cords that bind us to the ground

Said the coxswain, "Sir, she's heavy, she'll never make this flight."

Said the captain, "Damn the cargo! We'll be on our way tonight."

Groundsmen cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast

Baptising with her water, from the ballast fore and aft


Now she slips into our past…


Feeling the wind as it blows you

Feeling the beams as they pass you along

Watching the channel below you

Lower and lower, into the night


Lights are passing below you

Northern France, asleep in their beds

Storm is raging around you

A million to one, that's what he said


Reaper standing beside you

Wind inside cuts to the bone

Panicked to make a decision

Experienced men, asleep in their graves


The cover is ripped and she's flooding

Rain is flooding into the hold

Bleeding to death and she's falling

Lifting gas is draining away


"We're down, lads!" came a cry, bow plunging from the sky

Three thousand horses silent as the ship began to die

The flares to guide her path ignited at the last

The empire of the clouds, just ashes in our past

Just ashes at the last…


Here lie their dreams as they stand in the sun

On the ground where they built, and the engines they run

To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?

Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on


Dreams live on

Dreams live on


Now a shadow on a hill, the angel of the east

The empire of the clouds may rest in peace

And in a country churchyard, laid head to the mast

Eight and forty souls, who came to die in France…