I stroke the blade with my hand The sharp edge cuts the skin Blood drips to the rain wet sand My journey can begin Once a slave but now I´m free My honor is restored Once again I´ll ride the seas Free at last from whip and oar I slide the sword into the shied To ocean god is hailed And as we push out to the see We raise the red striped sails I´ve missed the breeze of my home shores The frozen lakes and winter snow But now my dreams starts to unfold Father, I'm coming home A storm came down without remorse And water crashed the rails The ship was thrown back and forth As strong winds ripped the sails The icy waves embrace my skin I am going numb The endless ocean swallows me This will be my cold wet tomb Won´t feel the breeze of my home shore Nor see the lakes or winter snow My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn Father, I die alone