From Baltic sea
Onto shore
With sword in hand
Came men of war
What have the
Men from sea have done?
To you my
Innocent garden
Thy roses trampled
Thy lilies scattered all around
Red flowers
Turned into dust
Here I sit and grieve
With golden tears
Whatever
Shall i do from now
Did thy storm winds blow
And strike thunders
Unleash a foaming
Flood of fire