It was a cold and rainy morning,
Six hundred miles away from the coasts.
They had only hopes and brave feelings.
During the sunrise their last fight began.
They all fought to their last shell,
And all died...
During their gallant and hopeless fight.
But their spirits are all alive today
And they know that they all signed,
The name of the battleship Bismarck,
Into the cold waters of Atlantic Ocean,
With their blood...
All of them were young, brave and
Honourable seamen who lived as gentlemen.
And died as gentlemen...
Can anybody say if no roses
Bloom on a sailors grave?
All the roses bloom in our
Hearts for these sailors forever...
Poem by A. Evliyaoğlu
The final battle (artist's illustration)