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 a sheath The ocean god is hailed And as we push out to the sea We raise the rest of 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 devoured without remorse And water crushed the rails The ship was thrown back and forth A strong wind ripped the sails The icy waves embrace my skin, I am going numb The endless ocean swallows me This will be my hollow 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!