Текст песни Den Ensomme Nordens Dronning

The huntress from the land of Magog

Manacles on her seabed

Mauled in the deep she waits

For the Czar of Mesech and Tubal

The blood of the 118 drips

From her glowering gaping mouth

She patiently bears suffering in the Barents abyss

'Eternal Father, strong to save...

K-141 headed north for a Russian naval victory

Armed with 24 "Granit"

She prowls through the Barents Sea

118 hearts beat as one when Kursk submerges

From the mighty ocean depths

She is the bride of Gog, a post-Soviet Czarina

The Czardom's silver bow,

CzArtemis leads a fleet in bloom

Drunk with exuberance she arrogates the briny deep

Invulnerable became funereal

After insubordination and sabotage!

A deathly blow from within, the assassin assassinated

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Der Dolchstoss of one Judas Ephialtes

In a solitude of the sea

Deep from human vanity,

And the Pride of Life that planned her,

Stilly couches she.

Steel chambers, late the pyres

Of her salamandrine fires,

Cold currents thrid, and turn

To rhythmic tidal lyres.

Till the Spinner of the Years

Said 'Now! ' And each one hears,

And consummation comes,

And jars two hemispheres.

Over the missiles meant

To smite the opponent

The sea-worm crawls

Grotesque, slimed,

Dumb, (and) indifferent.

And now the Queen and Antaeus lie dead

The twain forever converged on the seabed