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 assignment 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