(We are)
The dagger cutting the fetters.
(We are)
The storm separating the ghosts.
The rock in your surf,
the land for your landing.
(We are)
The word avoiding the lie.
(We are)
The gold that nobody begrudges you.
The axe for your fences,
the power of your thoughts.
The wind carrying you
and fire leading you.
Together we brave the wind,
that bites our faces.
Together we ride the storm,
sweeping bourgeois people along.
We sow the wind
and reap the storm,
We hoist all sails
and sail away furiously.
Our banners flutter darkly
the white skull smirking,
we are singing our songs –
louder than allowed.
(We are)
The ship gliding through the waves
(We are)
The lighting riding the thunder.
The wind in your sails,
Death to the wrong rules.*
(We are)
The ghost following your way.
(We are)
The plough preparing the field.
The courage to your plans,
the salt in your tears.
The rage driving you on.
The friend arguing with you.
Together we brave the wind,
that bites our faces.
Together we ride the storm,
welcoming us.
Together we brave the wind,
that bites our faces.
Together we ride the storm,
that's sweeping bourgeois people along
We sow the wind
and reap the storm,
We hoist all sails
and sail away furiously.
Our banners flutter darkly
the white skull smirking,
we are singing our songs –
louder than allowed.
We sow the wind
and reap the storm,
We set all sails
and sail away furiously.
Our banners flutter darkly
the white skull smirking,
we are singing our songs –
louder than allowed.