Quiet water Valkyrie
Foaming waves and crashing sea
Too many dead wash up to shore
Four hundred days and twenty more

Husks of vessels, driftwood boat
Memories sink, but bodies float
The sun rises, solemn and red
Mounring those, who now are dead

And with the sun does that valkyrie cry
With broken wing unfit to fly
Cursed eternal to witness death
Until man draws his last breath