Spion Kop - A Tribute to Liverpool Supporters

13.000 guns in eager hands – young hands
Fighting for the Queen in foreign lands – dead hand
Sleepy eyes – jaws clenched
Trembling bodies – in the trench
Promises, they heard before
This is the final war

Lady Smith spread out her deadly dark – bright dark
General Warren dreamt of easy mark – question mark
Young lads, sized by fright
Ordered to take the height
Enemies, out of sight
English blood coloured the night

Raise your hands in the air
And show them we're here
Let's show them we'll never walk alone
United we stand here to tell
We will raise hell
We'll never give up, Spion Kop

We build it up, the Kop, all over the land – my land
Honoring dead soldiers in crown's command, mourning-bands
Toy soldiers on the ground
Fear the Kop, fear the sound
Enemies, don't bother recall
The Kop still stand, we'll never fall

Never give up the Spion Kop X 3
Never, never give up the Spion Kop

Raise your hands in the air...



Credits
Writer(s): Bjørn Tore Hals
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