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.
At the bottom of the ocean the depths of the abyss, They are bound by iron and blood. The flagship of the navy the terror of the seas - His guns have gone silent at last...
Two thousand men, and fifty thousand tonnes of steel, Set the course for the Atlantic with the allies on their heel. Firepower, firefight... Battlestations, keep the targets steady in sight! Into formation! The hunt has begun! Death and damnation, the fleet is coming.
