S.O.S. - Saxon

The band played and the cameras turned

As the bottle smashed on her bow

The flagship of the gilded age

Moved slowly out to sea

Never had such luxury

Been seen afloat before

They said she was unsinkable

The fools were wrong once more

S. — S.O.S

We’re sinking fast

You better get to the boats

S. — S.O.S

The captain cried

For God sakes, save your souls

Sailing on into the night

Toward the northern star

Laughter rang, people danced

Under crystal chandeliers

No one sensed the danger

In the unforgiving sea

Steaming into legend

A voyage into history

S. — S.O.S

We’re sinking fast

You better get to the boats

S. — S.O.S

The captain cried

For God sakes, save your souls

2000 tortured souls cry out

Cry out from their sleep

Damned to spend eternity

Travelers of the deep

S. — S.O.S

We’re sinking fast

You better get to the boats

S. — S.O.S

The captain cried

For God sakes, save your souls