| Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
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| Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free
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| Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull
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| From a stormy horison we get our course
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| The cry of freedom
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| Face in the wind, we’re riding the storm
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| We’ll stay our course whatever will come
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| Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
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| Death or glory, oh, oh, we’re riding the storm
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| Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and DOWN
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| Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow
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| The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top
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| From a stormy horizon we get our course
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| The cry of freedom
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| Face in the wind, we’re riding the storm
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| We’ll stay our course whatever will come
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| Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
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| Death or glory, oh, oh, we’re riding the storm |