We look until we cannot bear to tolerate no more
Insufferable, I find the blindness so much worse
So open eyes, to no surprise, are looking to the skies
As weathered hands clench to their swords, battered, cracked, and worn
Under the sword, under the sword, we rise and fall under the sword

Seven years, seven seas
Alas, we've come to see the end
Seven years, seven seas
But we will surely rise again

So listen up with curtains drawn and watching from afar
To tales written in memories of wounds long turned to scars
And feel the breath upon our necks of red winds in the night
As we let our sails hold onto the eastern wind tonight
Under the sword, under the sword, we will fight war after war

We look until we cannot bear to tolerate no more
Insufferable, I find the blindness so much worse
So open eyes look to skies from leagues beneath the tides
And patiently await the call to rise

Under the sword, under the sword
We rise and fall under the sword

Seven years, seven seas
Alas, we've come to see the end
Seven years, seven seas
But we will surely rise again
Seven years, seven seas
Alas, we've reached our bitter end
Seven years, seven seas
This brigantine will sail again