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

Störtebeker, the furious cry of vengeance
Störtebeker, 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
In confidence we stand the fight
We trust in traders' words
Outlaws as a rich man's knight
Waiting for the cut that hurts

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

In confidence we stand the fight
We trust in traders' words
Outlaws as a rich man's knight
Waiting for the cut that hurts

Störtebeker, a furious cry ofvengeance
Störtebeker, thunderous he cross the sea
Störtebeker, he thwarts their plans, he teach them fear
Störtebeker, he scorns the traitors, kicked their ass