Sitting on watch in deep and icy boreal fjords Yet untouchable A man-made mountain of cold Wotan-Stahl Wielding a silent reign of terror, from afar, northernmost Summoned to this distant post Still shrouded under heavy clouds And worthy crowned by glacial mountain chains Absolute supremacy
A fleet in being, avoided fearfully by all her enemies The lonely queen of the north, raising her lethal scepter All superior artillery, but doomed to fall As the last of her kind
A cathedral of steel, dedicated to annihilation and dismay Wearing the signum of oppression Surrounded by auroras of perdition Breathing chemical fog, even trees refuse to grow
A fleet in being, despised abysmally by all her enemies The lonely queen of the north, raising her lethal scepter All superior artillery, but doomed to fall As the last of her kind
Direct hits out of clear skies, 12.000 lb armor piercing Tallboy bombs Putting an end to her command The death knell sounding over this iron tomb...
Dedicated to Torstein Pettersen Raaby