Icy Blackness (Kursk)

Lieutenant-captain
Dmitry Kolesnikov’s death note:
«It's dark here to write, but I’ll try
by feel. It seems there are no chances,
let’s hope that at least someone will
read this … Regards to everybody,
no need to be desperate»
Trapped into this hull
Made of steel
100 meters
Deep down the Barents Sea
Faulty torpedoes
Burst into flames
Doomed we are fighting
Desperately to breath
Bodies of our comrades
Thrown away
Onto the metal frames
They faded away
Our lives
Into hands of unknown
Groans of dying
With screams of fear
Cold but proud we stand to die
We raise our voices and dolphins cry
Oh how we wish to stare at the sky
Fathoms down, will this be our time of demise?
Deep down in icy blackness we lay
In agony with tears we pray
In between we live
And then we die
A dying wish a final
Glimpse of the sky
We come from the sea, to her breast we return