Floating in the cold water the ghosts of sorrow haunt the deep   Reaching down to drag the ruins and roam the lone deserted streets   Of an old abandoned temple buried in the narrow strait   Off the coast of Tarifa, Spain      Gypsies scatter through the desert across the Atlas Mountain Range   Hoaring remnants from the Devil from the Empires iron reign   While cluttered down the mouths of rivers widowed lovers bathe and clean   Silken scarves embroidered for their brand new Queen      And every time she rises up the ocean sinks   Her memory drags a drape of a thousand angry stings      And like the moon doesn't mind if the sun doesn't shine   The sea doesn't care if you're lonesome tonight   Like the love that she gives condescendingly tries   In its way to comfort you      Set adrift into her swarm-man o war   Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore   Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue as bottles cover you      Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace   And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased   Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea   Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz      They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing   And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring      And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time   A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight   Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time   What she wants all in good time      Set adrift into her swarm-man o war   Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore   Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue bottles cover you