All Hands on Deck Fellows!

All hands on deck, fellows, all hands on the deck!
The final parade's getting close.
We shall not surrender, nor shall we turn back,
No one falls at enemies' toes.

All pennants are waving and anchors aweigh,
All steel chains are clanging with ire,
In sinister sparkle the cannon array
Gets loaded, ready to fire.

The safe harbor refuge we shall not embrace
To suffer the worst of disgraces
But on the high seas we shall die face to face
With devils of yellow faces.

It's roaring and whistling and shells' rising swell
And clear, "Varyag", to your blessed crew,
That you, once our home, are becoming our hell
Without a hope of rescue.

It's death all around, convulsions and strains,
And wails of despair are stirring
As fiery horses unfold their manes
And run through the decks to the turrets.

Fare well, oh my fellows! Godspeed, hooray!
The billows boil and becloud.
Who could think as recently as yesterday
That sea foam would weave our shroud?

No gravestone, nor even a cross can reveal
Where we perished far from the firm land
But waves of the sea will eternally peal
"Varyag" and her glorious last stand!


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From Russian, w/minor reversals to the German original.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_cruiser_Varyag_(1899)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfH1BF9JflM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4GGIko_-7Q