Even on the waves there is fighting   Where fish and flesh are woven into sea   One stabs the lance while in the army   Another throws it into the ocean      Ahoy      Arise, arise seaman arise    Each does it in his own way   One thrusts the spear into a man   Another then into the fish      Arise, arise seaman arise    And the waves cry softly   In their blood a spear is lodged   They bleed softly into the ocean      The lance must be drowned in flesh   Fish and man sink to the depths   Where the black soul dwells   there is no light on the horizon      Ahoy      Arise, arise seaman arise    Each does it in his own way   One thrusts the spear into a man   Another then into the fish      Arise, arise seaman arise    And the waves cry softly   In their blood a spear is lodged   They bleed softly into the ocean      Arise, arise seaman arise    And the waves cry softly   In their heart a spear is lodged   They bleed themselves dry on the shore