Now all is lost
We must turn back
They knew our plan
We fell into their trap
Seems the Britts have won
All hope is gone
Under heavy fire
The flames are reaching higher
Just one grave error
And the outcome was set for us
One... grave... error
Now all is lost
We must turn back
They knew our plan
We fell into their trap
Seems the Britts have won
All hope is gone
Under heavy fire
The flames are reaching higher
Here in the end of may
Our fleets saddest day
In our final draw
We go down deep below
In this battle of Jutland
Where our German fleet was crushed
In this battle of Jutland
Where the reign of the sea was lost
