 Drinking manners gave his name, empty a tankard all in one
Not afraid of fiend or god, just his look will make them run
Call the crews, we take to sea, bound for Denmark's southern shores
Let's prove our loyalty, risk our souls without remorse
In confidence we stand the fight, we trust in traders' words
Outlaws as a rich man's knight, waiting for the cut that hurts
Störtebeker, the furious cry for vengeance
Störtebeker, thunderous he crossed the sea
Merchants' profits to defend, Klaus agreed to give support
Conquering old Viking land, carry away the goods they hoard
Letter of mark a doubtful help, grabbing claws and greed
Cry of vengeance yelling scream
We'll come back and they will bleed
Hunters' tradeships, where they are, for survival and revenge
Big success in easy fight, hunt them back into their trench
Captured by their strongest ship, traitor's words send us to death
Death for all on vengeance trip, proudly Klaus will lose his head
Störtebeker, a furious cry for vengeance
Störtebeker, thunderous he cross the sea
Störtebeker, he thwarts their plans, he teach them fear
Störtebeker, he scorns the traitors, kicked their ass
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