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