Link your arms brothers
There is no storm we can not withstand
The tides may rise, the winds may howl

But we will carry on with hearts unsinkable

Your grace will lead us

Your wrath will be our shallow grave

Oh mother sea how heartless you are

Ebb and flow, you give and take
We are nothing less than your sons
Our fate tied closely to your temper


Don't stop the sun will rise again
Don't stop the coasts are near


Though we are no white sheep in our lords herd
Our chests are filled with gold so pure

The way to redemption is long and deceitful
But the light will let us arrive safe and sound


Oh mother sea your heart shines golden
Gracious winds that sooth your anger
Guide us home to solid grounds

To safe havens that shelter us

Set sails

Light the beacons, save our souls
Set sails to greater horizons
Brothers we are not lost


In grace we sail, in sorrow we sink
Onwards brothers! The coasts are near, land ho, land ho!