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'll ride the seas   free at last from whip and oar      I slide the sword into the shied   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 shores   the frozen lakes and winter snow   but now my dreams start to unfold   father, I'm coming home      The storm came down without remorse   and water crashed the rails   the ship was thrown back and forth   as strong winds 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