Blucher by Vreid
Battleships are leaving port,
They are heading north,
Squadrons of cruisers are coming forth,
The cold Norwegian fjords await.
Trained in the Baltic sea,
They head for a destiny,
Less glorious than it was set out to be,
Ice cold Norwegian fjords await,
The water shines so crystal bright
Led by the moon this beautiful night,
When the nigh time dawns and the mist comes
The Iron Monster glides into the Northern Shores.
Lanterns are shut, but the ship is spotted,
From Rauøy fort, the alarm goes off.
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