Woorden: Running Wild. Styrtebeker.

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

StA¶rtebeker, the furious cry for vengeance
StA¶rtebeker, 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

StA¶rtebeker, a furious cry for vengeance
StA¶rtebeker, thunderous he cross the sea
StA¶rtebeker, he thwarts their plans, he teach them fear
StA¶rtbeker, he scorns the traitors, kicked their ass