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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
