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Seas of blackness to our refuge bring

Wraiths who hunt us with hearts of stone

On Shark’s Isle now we do cower

Wait for dawn, wait so forlorn

Across the gulf of waters bloodied

Men of war with weapons steady

Men of war their lust now ready

We wait, our future bury

Our menfolk slain, Cossacks knock

With devilry this loot unlock

Women’s lives are but meagre bribes

Bodies carved by more than knives

They have hung our priest up on high

Ripped the children and watched them die

Cossacks’ axes so very sharp

Now tune our ruin like a harp

Why?

This Isle did lie

Why?

This night we die

They smashed the locks of our homes

Vengeance bought through our groans

The cries and spells that we cast

Didn’t work, could not last

From victors’ pleasures forced upon a bed

To this Isle of rocks we fled

Now wraiths sent by war through the dark

Smell our plight like a shark

Why?

This Isle did lie

Why?

Our end is nigh

Baltic tides of conquerors’ lust

Wash up on shores of fear and rust

In Curse’s Angel they place their trust

Hacking, chopping, singing their disgust

Why

(Axes swing)

My

(Blood on stone)

Cry

(Seas are sickened)

Does not die?

(Dawn now cannot come)