Störtebeker is his name
And we are his brothers
The skull and crossbones on our flag
We sing pirate songs loudly

To lie in front of the altar on Sunday
Was never our thing
From Helgoland to Rügen
Everyone knows who we are

God's friend and enemy of all worlds
We never shit in our own nest
No matter what the Lord thinks
We share everything, even the rest

For silver, women, salt and beer
We sail the sea
We live in the here and now
And we like it very much

We don't plunder, we rob
We don't pray, we believe
Born like a child of God
The sail black and hard in the wind

With mother's milk, one sucked it in
One had never stolen
One just wanted to be a bit richer,
To get one's share

Everyone knows about our deeds
They are bold and rarely bad
Because we are pirates
And that is our good right

Even the executioner has failed
Held the head by the tuft
The crowd was amused
He went without a head

We don't plunder, we rob
We don't pray, we believe
Born like a child of God
The sail black and hard in the wind

We don't plunder, we rob
We don't pray, we believe
Born like a child of God
The sail black and hard in the wind

We don't plunder, we rob
We don't pray, we believe
Born like a child of God
The sail black and hard in the wind

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