Purple clouds on the horizon,
Raging waves could touch the sky
On the wind a certain howling,
Whipping bow will ride on high
Waving flag is nearly tearing,
The braces hold on tight
"All hands on deck" the order,
Steadfast, prepared to fight
Caught in the storm, where our spirit is born
Riding the waves with the wind
And the devil is taking his toll
With the sea, where nobody can flee, when the waves'
Piling high and the rage's in the sky
[Chorus]
Skull & bones, on the horizon
Skull & bones, flying high
Skull & bones, storm is rising
Skull & bones, lead will fly
The cannons are packed and loaded,
Ready to shoot their load
A cracking round is blowing,
Shaking the sea and the boat
A cloud of smoke and fire is blacking out the sea
The flag in white is rising, no more chance to flee
Caught in the storm, where our spirit is born
Riding the waves with the wind
And the devil is taking his toll
With the sea, where nobody can flee, when the waves'
Piling high and the rage's in the sky
[Chorus]
