[Intro — Distant Sonar / Clean Guitar] Cold mist hanging low above the sleeping tide, Engines breathe softly somewhere deep inside, A broken radio flickers blue against the rain, No one says a word — but everyone feels the same. [Verse 1] Steel shadows drift across the open dark, No flag left flying, no visible mark, Salt stains gather on the radar screen glow, The sea keeps moving where the lost voices go. A siren cries once — then disappears, Static fills the silence louder than fear, Far beyond the hull the black waves climb, Like the ocean learned to swallow time. [Pre-Chorus] Low signals echo underneath the storm, Shapes move slowly where the water deforms, The fleet stays hidden beneath fading light, Like ghosts still marching long after the fight. [Chorus] Armada... Drifting through the cold electric blue, No prayers left between the wires and the fumes, Armada... Burning quietly beyond the human view, The sea remembers everything we do. 🎵 [Instrumental Passage — Reverb Guitar / Sonar Pulse] (Guitar harmonics shimmer like distant distress calls; deep bass pulses mimic slow engine rotation while tape hiss and ocean wind swallow the high end.) [Verse 2] The monitors glow but the bridge stands still, Machines keep working long after the kill, An automated voice repeats the same command, To a crew that vanished like smoke above the sand. Black water mirrors fragments of fire, Cities reduced to electrical wire, And somewhere beneath the collapsing sky, A nameless signal keeps trying to survive. [Pre-Chorus 2] No victory left for the ones who remain, Only drifting metal and artificial rain, The current pulls softly against the side, Like the dead still walking beneath the tide. [Chorus — Heavier / Wider] Armada... Floating through the ash and satellite light, Silent as regret disappearing from sight, Armada... Every engine humming like a funeral hymn, The ocean grows darker — the world grows dim. 🎵 [Melodic Interlude — Ambient Breakdown] (Low brass drones rise beneath washed-out guitars; distant sonar knocks repeat slowly while radio fragments dissolve into cavernous reverb.) [Bridge — Minimal / Atmospheric] All systems running, No one left awake, Only the sea wind And the sound the hulls make. A fading transmission calls out through the grey: “Does anybody remember our names?” [Outro — Clean Guitar / Tape Decay] The waves erase the lines we drew in steel, Rust covers every wound we tried to seal, And somewhere far beyond the collapsing storm, The sea keeps singing after we are gone.
