A barrel of rum goes around, dead friends aren’t found, drunk on the ground
Ages from ages – voyage, three devils stand, longing for the land

A dutchman flies on huge waves, and the lightning strikes

Take a cheer my dear pirate tonight
You don’t care for tomorrow no more
Even death can’t disturb, to reach shores of the Horn
But this ship is your sweet home

Always surrounded by ghouls that stroke your hands, when will it end?
A few sins are dancing around, is there a sound or just a taunt?