Текст песни Wreck'n'Terror - Путь пирата

Let us judge the bottom of the sea,
Our souls have no peace.
Century exile - our board,
At the edge of the dear - no return!
  
Boat, sail, meager rations -
The road to nowhere.
Grace judges - not the executioner's talent
We will kill the water!
  
The fury of the storm, and the hellish heat of the sun
Poznan for three days.
The forces are melting, but feel the impact -
Saved, earth!
  
Bay, rocks, away light beacons,
The dwellings above the water.
Sea evil accidents of seafarers
You brought home!
  
Port dear, here we are now enemies.
Yes, he will be cursed!
Stones, oars and our fists -
It is finished as a law!
  
Night hide our faces,
English Frigate at the pier,
A pair of soldiers on guard.
While the team has fun,
Outsiders stood at the helm.
Farewell, Beach enemy!
  
Let us judge the bottom of the sea,
Our souls have no peace.
Century exile - our board,
The path of vengeance - the way a pirate!