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In the misty morning

of the Baltic Sea

forty men locked up in chains

struggling to get free

One by one they all get loose and

gather up for a plan

To fight or die is the only choice

if we want to survive

Taken by foe for trade and slavery

in a foreign land where they've never been

Freedom

We won't sell our souls

We're born to live and die

where the mountains touch the sky

Freedom

We won't let you down

me and my brothers

coming home...

Submission was no option

for those men of pride

to get back to their dear ones

was all they had in mind

What we have is worth to die for

if that is what it takes

I sacrifice myself

for freedom

Brothers we can make it

together we are bad

Brothers we can take it

to the end

Freedom...

Holy Father

wherever you are

we need you tonight

Holy Mother

keep us wise

they need us back home