Two thousand men, and fifty thousand tonnes of steel,
Set the course for the Atlantic with the allies on their heel.
Battlestations, keep the targets steady in sight!
Into formation! The hunt has begun!
Death and damnation, the fleet is coming.
The terror of the seas
The "Bismarck" and the Kriegsmarine!
From the mist a shape, a ship is taking form,
And the silence of the sea is about to drift into a storm,
Sign of power, show of force...
Raise the anchor! Battleship plotting its course!
Pride of a nation a beast made of steel,
"Bismarck" in motion king of the ocean.
He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas,
To lead the warmachine,
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine!
We remember, no surrender
Heroes of our century
Three men stood strong and they held out for long
Going into the fight to their death that awaits
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
As they're giving their lives
As their honor dictates
Far, far from home to a war
Fought on foreign soil and far
Far from known tell their tale
Their forgotten story
Cobras Fumantes, eterna é sua vitória.