The Landing Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

The gloomy atmosphere that comes with the storm takes them by surprise.
The journey over have been better then most, but still.
The sound of the ships cannons cannot be ignored.
And so, with little or no sleep, the men march ashore.

As the hatch from the boat opens the guns open fire.
A handful die, yet the most survive.
As they rush towards the sandbank, they see them all.
All of them who tried but failed.

And in silence they pray,
They pray, to a god that they don't believe in.
They pray, for a better life for those who don't have any life left.
They pray, that the will see their families again.

So now, they've reached the sandbank.
And the fire from the guns cannot reach them any more,
And the blast from the cannon is silent.

But suddenly a sharp whistle is heard
And we rush once again, toward death.