Even on the waves there is fighting

Where fish and flesh are woven into sea

One stabs the lance into an army

Another throws it into the ocean



Ahoy



Arise, arise seaman arise

Each does it in his own way

One thrusts the spear into a man

Another then into the fish



Arise, arise seaman arise

And the waves cry softly

In their blood a spear is lodged

They bleed softly into the ocean



The lance must be drowned in flesh

Fish and man sink to the depths

Where the black soul dwells

There is no light on the horizon



Ahoy



Arise, arise seaman arise

Each does it in his own way

One thrusts the spear into a man

Another then into the fish



Arise, arise seaman arise

And the waves cry softly

In their blood a spear is lodged

They bleed softly into the ocean



Arise, arise seaman arise

And the waves cry softly

In their heart a spear is lodged

They bleed themselves dry on the shore