I stroke the blade with my hand,
The sharp edge cuts the skin.
Blood drips to the rain-wet sand;
My journey can begin.

Once a slave, but now I´m free
My honor is restored!
Once again, I ride the seas
Free at last, from whip and oar

I slide the sword into a sheath
The ocean god is hailed
And as we push out to the sea
We raise the rest of sails

I´ve missed the breeze of my home shore
The frozen lakes and winter snow...
But now my dream starts to unfold.
Father, I´m coming home!

The storm devoured without remorse
And water crushed the rails
The ship was thrown back and forth

A strong wind ripped the sails

The icy waves embrace my skin,
I am going down
The endless ocean swallows me
This will be, my cold wet tomb

Won´t feel the breeze of my home shore
Nor see the lakes or winter snow...
My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
Father, I die alone, I die alone!