| A massive fortress of cannon, wood and sails
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| A power to be reckoned with, must have been a pompous sight
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| Soon the maiden voyage would reveal its hidden truth
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| Bring the glory to an end, in the depths of the sea
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| Sail with the sun, with the face in the wind as we leaving the shoreline
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| Glory and pride, like a fortress on the sea with the Swedish flag held high
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| The mission was clear, three hundred men aboard
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| Away from the docks, for the journey of times
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| No doubts or questions, no fear in their hearts
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| Now the ride has begun, and they’re ready for war
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| No one knew the tragedy that would come for the ship only minutes ahead
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| No good stability, all testing was failed, at the port
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| Like a time bomb it was doomed from the start, the ultimate countdown has begun…
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| And it’s heading for the end
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| Too much guns, a stern way too high
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| A miscalculation of the highest degree
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| Setting sail with way too much pride
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| The wind would become Vasas Achilles heel
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| Later on as they ploughed through the waves
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| Disaster awaited and nobody knew
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| No much more than a breeze in the wind
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| Now suddenly capsizing, what a shame!
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| Thousands of people were crowded around
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| Oh, they can’t believe the sight of this sinking wreck
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| Down it goes like a stone to the ground
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| Never to be seen again, for hundreds of years
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| Buried deep in the waters, claiming the crews souls
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| Down like a coffin of wood and sail
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| Vasa, total disaster, treasured forever
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| Back in the docks where it once belonged for us to see |