[Verse 1 – The Call to Sea]
From Kiel she sailed in twilight's breath,
Steel-clad queen with a vow of death.
The Bismarck roared with power untamed,
With Prinz Eugen, her guns aflame.
Through fjord and fog, through storm and gloom,
They carved their path, a floating tomb.
A mission forged in Odin's name,
To break the chains, to light the flame.
[Chorus – The Shadow of Glory]
Oh, iron ghost of the North Sea tide,
With pride and doom at either side.
You sailed for Reich, for honor sworn,
To tear the lion's crown and thorn.
But fate would twist your hero’s path—
In thunder’s grip, the sea's own wrath.
And in the deep where legends sleep,
Your steel heart breaks, your secrets keep.
[Verse 2 – The Clash]
The strait of Denmark knew their fire,
As Hood exploded, funeral pyre.
A nation wept, a fleet enraged,
The hunter now became the prey.
The drums of war beat cold and near,
While British blood turned flame to fear.
But oil betrayed the giant’s grace,
A ghost no more, they knew her place.
[Chorus – The Shadow of Glory]
Oh, iron ghost of the North Sea tide,
With pride and doom at either side.
You sailed for Reich, for honor sworn,
To tear the lion's crown and thorn.
But fate would twist your hero’s path—
In thunder’s grip, the sea's own wrath.
And in the deep where legends sleep,
Your steel heart breaks, your secrets keep.
[Bridge – The Final Hours]
A thousand guns in twilight rain,
Tore flesh from steel and soul from flame.
The Ark Royal's sting, the Royal might—
They wrote your end in darkest night.
Lützow’s dream, Lutjens' cry,
Echoes still beneath the sky.
No turning back, no harbor’s light—
Only silence crowned by night.
[Verse 3 – Legacy and Lament]
She lies below, a rusted throne,
Among the dead, forever alone.
Yet sailors speak her name with awe,
A blade once drawn for tyrant's law.
But courage sang upon that deck,
As death rolled in, a final wreck.
A tale of men, of fire and pride,
And how the mighty fall in tide.
[Final Chorus – The Eternal Watch]
Oh, iron ghost of the North Sea tide,
Still watching where the brave have died.
Though nations clash and empires burn,
The sea recalls, the tides return.
To where you sleep in armored grace,
A nameless grave in cold embrace.
A legend carved by storm and flame—
They’ll not forget the Bismarck’s name.
