Neither father nor fortune had ever wished That the Bismarck would forever live
To depart from life Distrait from suffering Till the last breath Till the last shell
Neither through fortune nor chance alone Had ever a man immortality gained
Masters of the world, of the seas, through this, a pure distinction Yet with no foot of earth their own, a mark of pure discipline Humble suppliants to the bitter floods and waves of suffering They who sit in judgment to the war and to the callous sea
When time grows cruel valour becomes the only light That shines in sinking darkness That remains alight through all blessings and all ills Valour raises men high when fortune falls
This day will make wives widows, as the war wills Purity of silence and pure honour will thus reign Resolved to duty as the destroyers emerged Pure devotion though death was absolute
Duty attend In loyalty Yield to nothing Save dishonour
In accordance with the decree of fortune perish And the will of blessed inexorable war
Fire unchain Disable the beast Condemn to the sea Destroy the Bismarck
Withered her flower of triumph and mastery Though valour remains more glorious to beholdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
