White blades Of waves For us It's chance For you it's A lonely grave
We are The one's Whose black-flagged ship Toss a challenge to a cruel-hearted no-holds-barred storms Our will can't bend It is like steel It doesn't fear the breath of angry northern winds
Lightings cut into parts Black womb of irate skies And free the scourge of storm The scourge of rebel no-holds-barred storm
There are no doubts And no regrets We made a choice and it gave us a lucky chance It's better to Be buried in a sea Than be a shore loafer, who has sowed wild oats on the ground for years
Lightings cut into parts Black womb of irate skies And free the scourge of storm The scourge of no-holds-barred, cruel-hearted rebel storms