Cruel storm is lashing my ship I hear my people's cries Wind sweeps their words away and carry off into the abyss Icy rain pierces through our bodies Depth open its skies We will plunge in the dark abyss Or we will walk towards our destiny Written with ancient runes My comrades fight for life They are strong, brave and relentless But their cries mean nothing Today our destiny is in God's hands We won many battles We overcame many brave warriors We were pleased with gained treasures And laments of the defeated But our bravery and ruthlessness Mean nothing to the sea monsters Today we will be the victims If we survive this storm Wotan! We will sing you a song of glory Witches put spell on our ship The course reached us The course of the committed crimes and desecrated temples Our greed is punished Soon our bones fall on the bottom of the sea Inevitable end is coming Sea eager for our blood We will make a sacrifice of bravest warriors Wind will sing funeral song Wotan! Take your sons!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
