Come Hell or High Water

I don’t want to hear your stupid song

about the fisherman

who sailed towards his ruin

for the one he loved

Cut that crap!

Welcome to the real world

of sweat and blood and beer

Keep living in your shiny fairytale

I don’t want to hear your fucking song

about the sailor’s wife

who drowned herself in grief

as well as in the ocean

In your stories we are free

endless skies above an endless spree

But if you ever came with me

I’d show you freedom at the raging sea

We are the sons of the darkness

no, we don’t care for deliverance

there’s no Fiddler’s Green

we have ransacked and murdered

and raped in between

And I tell you now

there is nothing more

than a cold and lonesome grave offshore

We shall be fighting side by side

and we will never hide

If you cross one of us

we strike back with the whole damn crew

Our ships may sink right to the ground

but we will never drown

we will float down below

and stab you in the back, my friend

I don’t wear no feathered hat

I have both my eyes

but no wooden leg

the saber is not mine, but I won’t regret

to punch you in the face

with my bare fist instead

We are the sons of the darkness…

Navigate me with the light of the stars

don’t you let me fall apart

Hoist the sails

they’re calling for me

Come hell or high water

the wind and the sea

Whatever you may think of me

what made me be this way

the truth is it’s a whole lifetime

of solitude and pain

I lost my home, I lost my love

in sorrow I did roam

well, actually my wife’s a whore

she cursed me out of town

We are the sons of darkness

and we won’t turn away

We’re sailing miles and miles

to prey on your silver and your life

We are the sons of the darkness…