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Bismarck - Sabaton

Bismarck

Sabaton


Lyrics:
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

He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas
To lead the warmachine
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine
The terror of the seas
The Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine

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

He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas
To lead the warmachine
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine
The terror of the seas
The Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine

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

Pride of a nation a beast made of steel
Bismarck in motion king of the ocean

He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas
To lead the warmachine
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine
The terror of the seas
The Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine

To lead the warmachine
Rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine

The terror of the seas
Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine

To lead the warmachine
Rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine

The terror of the seas
Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine
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Letra:
De la niebla una forma, un barco está zarpando.
Y el silencio del mar está a punto de convertirse en una tormenta.
Signo de poder, demostración de fuerza.
El acorazado eleva el ancla trazando su curso

Orgullo de una nación una bestia hecha de acero
Bismarck (*) en marcha rey del océano

Fue hecho para gobernar las olas a través de los siete mares.
Para dirigir la maquinaria bélica
Para gobernar las olas y liderar la Kriegsmarine (*).
El terror de los mares.
El Bismarck y el Kriegsmarine

Dos mil hombres y cincuenta mil toneladas de acero.
Establece el rumbo por el Atlántico con los aliados en su talón.
Potencia de fuego, batalla de fuego
El puesto de batalla, mantiene los objetivos a la vista.

En formación, ha comenzado la caza.
Muerte y condena, viene la flota.

Fue hecho para gobernar las olas a través de los siete mares.
Para dirigir la maquinaria bélica
Para gobernar las olas y liderar la Kriegsmarine.
El terror de los mares.
El Bismarck y el Kriegsmarine

En el fondo del océano las profundidades del abismo.
Están atados por el hierro y la sangre.
El buque insignia de la marina el terror de los mares.
Sus armas se han silenciado al fin.

Orgullo de una nación una bestia hecha de acero
Bismarck en marcha rey del océano

Fue hecho para gobernar las olas a través de los siete mares.
Para dirigir la maquinaria de guerra
Para gobernar las olas y liderar la Kriegsmarine.
El terror de los mares.
El Bismarck y el Kriegsmarine

Para dirigir la maquinaria de guerra
Gobierna las olas y lidera la Kriegsmarine.

El terror de los mares.
Bismarck y la Kriegsmarine

Para dirigir la máquina de calor
Gobierna las olas y lidera la Kriegsmarine.

El terror de los mares.
Bismarck y la Kriegsmarine

(*)El Bismarck fue el primero de los dos acorazados de la clase Bismarck de la marina de guerra alemana, la Kriegsmarine, durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial.

(**)La Kriegsmarine («Marina de guerra» en alemán) fue la armada del III Reich entre 1935 y 1945, sucesora de la Marina Imperial Alemana que combatió en la Primera Guerra Mundial y de la Reichsmarine de la República de Weimar. Era una de las tres ramas de la Wehrmacht, las fuerzas armadas unificadas de la Alemania nazi. Estaba compuesta por submarinos, fragatas, acorazados, acorazados de bolsillo, cruceros y destructores.

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