Sleep, oh Majesty surrounded by massive darkness Her skin torn apart by sub-zero claws Buried deep in thy ice dungeon Sleep, oh Majesty, Lonely Queen of the North
'Eternal Father, strong to save Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea!' [The Navy Hymn]
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... Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea!'
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 Now 117 men must die for 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
Sleep, oh Majesty surrounded by massive darkness Her skin torn apart by sub-zero claws Buried deep in thy ice dungeon Sleep, oh Majesty, Lonely Queen of the North
'Eternal Father, strong to save... Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea!'
"Curse the sun, and all that's holy Turn back, I dwell around Come to me, as a shadow Engrave the sun, with the blackest moon (shadow) "