Through The Whipping Storms

Misty Morning greets the Day
New excursion is arranged
Chipped our swords, ragged the sail
Still we crave victory
Once again unmoored our ship
Together we hold the ropes
Then pull them hard as we catch the wind
Our journey continues along.

Hour by hour blackens the sky
Thundery clouds brooding and grim
Smashing the waves, fighting the sea
Trial of gods is to begin
We spread our men on the broadsides
We will face the force
We are on our journey
Through the whipping storms
Lashing longboat mercilessly

United we stand
Divided we fall
As one we stand our place
Woven our fate
Then all is to come
We look into the eyes of death.