The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light
Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night
Guns are spitting fire, the cannonball tears up the rail

The vessel's changing course, the thunderstorm blows up the
sail


A furious fight is raging, red-hot cannon's shooting hard
Ironballs are flying, tearing all the planks apart


His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee
His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer

He fights the covered evil without a fear

Oh, the privateer


The sea-dog's realmed in legends, it said he had the second
sight

His $$#ignment must be holy, he fought the fight with power and
pride
The key to ancient wisdom, the power to have seen the truth

He'll return to holy ground, where his tortured soul had died in
youth


His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee
His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer

He fights the covered evil without a fear

Oh, the privateer


His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee

His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer
He fights the covered evil without a fear


Oh, the privateer