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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.