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´ll ride the seas
Free at last from whip and oar

I slide the sword into the shied
To ocean god is hailed
And as we push out to the see
We raise the red striped sails

I´ve missed the breeze of my home shores
The frozen lakes and winter snow
But now my dreams starts to unfold
Father, I'm coming home

A storm came down without remorse
And water crashed the rails
The ship was thrown back and forth
As strong winds ripped the sails

The icy waves embrace my skin
I am going numb
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