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 |