Dark Lunacy

Tallin, fallen
We're sailing to go home
War's coming, war's taking
Alone across the Baltic haze
Nobody loses hope
But we were feeling forgotten
Just breathing our death
Across the sea, you lead us
and ease the fears
Kutznetzov, the preacher
No light behind his back
The voice is trembling, no hiding
The end is moving fast
Tallin, fallen
We are leaning all behind
Remember those boatmen
The ghost-men chant, from Volga
Lost in the shadow