Styrtebeker

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