Testo Tirpitz

Sitting on watch in deep and icy boreal fjords
Yet untouchable
A man-made mountain of cold
Wotan-Stahl
Wielding a silent reign of terror, from afar, northernmost
Summoned to this distant post
Still shrouded under heavy clouds
And worthy crowned by glacial mountain chains Absolute supremacy

A fleet in being, avoided fearfully by all her enemies
The lonely queen of the north, raising her lethal scepter
All superior artillery, but doomed to fall
As the last of her kind

A cathedral of steel, dedicated to annihilation and dismay
Wearing the signum of oppression
Surrounded by auroras of perdition
Breathing chemical fog, even trees refuse to grow

A fleet in being, despised abysmally by all her enemies
The lonely queen of the north, raising her lethal scepter
All superior artillery, but doomed to fall As the last of her kind

Direct hits out of clear skies, 12.000 lb armor piercing
Tallboy bombs Putting an end to her command
The death knell sounding over this iron tomb...