Blue Tomb

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

death 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 gading 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!