Deep peace rules the water Still sea keeps silent Down the smooth high seas Worried sights stroll No wind, not from a side Mortal peace-horrible and freezing There in a distance Not one wave moves Then suddenly cool wind blew As if it sent from the heaven itself The waves break-the wind howls The must creaks as if it would fall Still they neither look for the fortune in that stream Nor expect any salvation from it Now, strong black barge Starts it's dreary voyage In it they are quiet and Stiff like stone, dead man's guards But dark foreboding fell on the boat d**h released her black breath And the blue waves as if they were graves Took victims into their arms Now they lay in terrible silence in water Their blood on the bottom makes a huge pool Their shattered bloody inside feed the sea creatures In the blue grave those stiff dead men Curved, black, look like-Oh horror! Smashed mean monsters without a voice Skulls of their look like white stones Smoothed by the cold's freezing veil And their hand cramped dark and withered As if it would raise a sword on someone And they have more stabs and wounds Than any bodies torn apart by horses Their bones are full of rot and gloom It's visible, everywhere, the gadding trace of bullets And a sabre cut that cut them in a half Over that silence a calm wave crosses Bloody and nude, no more can they be seen Except by the sea and it's frozen eyes You, the dead of my land, I envy you! You, the dead of my land, I am proud of you!