Gone has the Moskva,
down to Davy Jones,
beneath the waves of shame
An April Easter night
an ongoing fight
Listening to the waves of shame

Cruise missiles closing in,
did you ever think,
that they could be so close, destroy us?

Take me, to the bottom of the Black Sea
on a gory night,
when the pride of Russia's navy sinks away,
'neath the waves of shame.

A hit on magazine
own shells exploding
sealed the fate of ship, forever

I follow the Moskva
Down to Davy Jones
Beneath the waves of shame

Take me to the seabed of the ocean
on a gory night
Where the sailors of Black Sea Fleet share their graves
in burnt-out wreck

Take me to the chagrin of he beating
On a gory night
Where the lies of Czar of Kremlin float away
on the waves of shame

The waves of shame
flow straight into the face of Russia
Like a memory of Tsushima loudly yells
Those incompetent fools
let that defeat happen again

Take me to the seabed of the ocean
on a gory night
Where the sailors of Black Sea Fleet share their graves
in burnt-out wreck

Take me to the chagrin of the beating
On a gory night
Where the lies of Czar of Kremlin float away
on the waves of shame