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 ride the seas Free at last, from whip and oar I slide the sword into the sheath The ocean god is hailed And as we push out to the sea We raise the red-striped sails I've missed the breeze of my home shore The frozen lakes and winter snow... But now my dream starts to unfold. Father, I'm coming home! The storm came down without remorse And water crushed the rails The ship was thrown back and forth And strong wind 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, I die alone!