Silent floating through the stars To gain the secrets Boarding every ship On our deadly trip Privateers we'll be Fight and never flee Reckless courage of our brothers Sons of victory
Born to face the wind We're masters of the storm Glory to this life of piracy Born to face the wind We're masters of the storm Under morgan's flag We are masters of the storm
In the shadows of the space Our ships are waiting Filled with hate and spite Against the federations's might Worker-slaves on the run Now we stand as one As fast we came we will be gone In the tarkassidian sun
Here we stand at the dawn of a new age Sworn to reach for the highest goals Judged and traced by the inquisition But it's futile to save our souls
