A stormy wind was hunting
the raging baltic sea waves like horses
dashing through the spray
hard to the wind the privateer was hunting his pray.

Cold weapons at their sides
oath of allegiance sworn in blood
once treated like cattle
now they’re ready to spill noble blood.

By oppressions woes and pains
by your sons in servile chains
we will drain your dearest vein
but they shall be free!
lay the proud wlirpers low
freedom is in every blow
Let us do or die!

Hand in hand and back to back
in unity we stand
together we are strong against the tyranny
ready to kill the adder at your chest.