As if to flee from final war
Overwhelmed aggressors
From foreign lands there
This congregation of chaos
In a last chance to escape
In the frigid winter of '45
But to ply the icy Baltic Sea
So in this Operation Hannibal
The few conveyances were
That evacuation could be
Its bulging bulkheads ached
And humanity pressed so
Trying the limits of each link
In the din of confusion below
Strewn within this calamity
Civilian masses and military
Numbers uncertain, unsure
Drafting low in the cold sea
In the darkness of desperation
To spare departure's mark
Alit mistakenly a target's fate
In deep waters clear of mines
With nav. lamps lit, invitingly so
S-13 crept up near and aside
Then launched its attack true
Three torpedoes were flung out
Sent without remorse, steady
They quickly found the Gustloff
There without discrimination
They laid justice final on all
Trampled, torn, and drowned
Their voices withered rapidly
A catastrophic consequence
That is the namesake of war
Death's icy grip, strangling
There slipping beneath waves
All sorts, family, friend, and foe
Destiny dark awaited them there
All about heaven's gate, 10,000
Save 1239 pulled from water
Lost in murky waters, featureless
A tragedy mislaid in its depths
And within a few minutes passing
That island had sunk from sight
Taking humanity down with it
In a maelstrom snared inevitable
Where even memory vanished
Their cries quelled in the depths
All wrongs erased by a watery grave