Empire of the Clouds
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 to come
In the gathering gloom, the 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 a politician, he can't be late
The airship crew awake for 30 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 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 engine's 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 raging 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 flooding 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
3,000 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 I stand 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 40 souls who came to die in France
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 to come
In the gathering gloom, the 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 a politician, he can't be late
The airship crew awake for 30 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 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 engine's 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 raging 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 flooding 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
3,000 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 I stand 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 40 souls who came to die in France
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Dickinson
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