The gallow's dangling in the wind
The god of the sea is showing his real face,
As the slaves try to tame the raging waves
We're riding on the wind and the sea is turning red,
We fight the fire of hate, black banners for the dead
No walking on water,
We're the prisoners of the sea,
The Devil's daughter,
A game between her and me
The sea will be our grave and we're running out of time
But we're searching for our little peace of mind.
