Störtebeker

Drinking manners gave his name, empty a tankard all in one

Not afraid of fiend or god, just his look will make them run

Call the crews, we take to sea, bound for Denmark's southern shores

Let's prove our loyalty, risk our souls without remorse

In confidence we stand the fight, we trust in traders' words

Outlaws as a rich man's knight, waiting for the cut that hurts

Störtebeker, the furious cry for vengeance

Störtebeker, thunderous he crossed the sea

Merchants' profits to defend, Klaus agreed to give support

Conquering old Viking land, carry away the goods they hoard

Letter of mark a doubtful help, grabbing claws and greed

Cry of vengeance yelling scream

We'll come back and they will bleed

Hunters' tradeships, where they are, for survival and revenge

Big success in easy fight, hunt them back into their trench

Captured by their strongest ship, traitor's words send us to death

Death for all on vengeance trip, proudly Klaus will lose his head

Störtebeker, a furious cry for vengeance

Störtebeker, thunderous he cross the sea

Störtebeker, he thwarts their plans, he teach them fear

Störtbeker, he scorns the traitors, kicked their ass