Störtebeker

Verse 1
Ships of the Danish come close to our vessel,
Pillaging will be the course of the day.
Bringing home produce of great variation
Stocking the markets of Sweden today.
Baskets of treasure and barrels of mead,
The traders can't keep for a piece of the lives.
Taking what's rightfully ours isn't evil,
Eventually they'll perish someway in the strife.

Chorus:
Come on mateys, arm for battle,
Man the cannons, aim them high.
Spare no ship from either country,
Raise our flag into the sky.
Share with me the might and glory,
Divy up what's in our hands.
All for those who fight our battles,
and for those who with us stand.

Chant
"STÖRTEBEKER!"

Verse 2
Now that our mission has gracefully ended,
no one can stop us from doing our task.
Sailing again on the great Northern waters,
Emptying tankards and passing the flask.
Let all the richmen be paying their burden,
Conquering Hanse's and leaving them stale.
Equally sharing the plunder amongst us,
Pirates of Honesty, we will prevail.