Now all is lost We must turn back They knew our plan We fell into their trap Seems the Britts have won All hope is gone Under heavy fire The flames are reaching higher
Just one grave error And the outcome was set for us One... grave... error
Now all is lost We must turn back They knew our plan We fell into their trap Seems the Britts have won All hope is gone Under heavy fire The flames are reaching higher
Here in the end of may Our fleets saddest day In our final draw We go down deep below
In this battle of Jutland Where our German fleet was crushed In this battle of Jutland Where the reign of the sea was lost