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
Grey lady 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 roll tight her canvas skin
Silvered in the sun
Never tested with the fury
With the beating yet to come
The fury yet t o come
In the gathering gloom
The storm rising in the west
The coxswain stared
Into the plunging wea therglass
We must go now
We must take our chance with fate
We must go now
For a politician, he can't be late
The airship crew a wake 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
Her fragile outer co ver
Her achilles would become
An achilles yet t o 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"
Groundlings cheered in wonder
As she backed off from the mast
Baptizing them her water
From the ballast fore and aft
Now she slips into our past
Fighting the wind as it rolls you
Feeling the diesels that push 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 ra ging around you
A million to one that's what he said
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts to the bone
Panic to make a decision
Experienced men asleep in their graves
Her cover is ripped and she's drowning
Rain is fl ooding into the hull
Bleeding to death and she's falling
Lifting gas is draining away
"we're down lads" came the cry
Bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent
As the ship began to die
The flares t o 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 i st and in the sun
On the ground where they built
And the engines did 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
Writer(s): Bruce Dickinson
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