Cultus Ferox Verlorene Seelen
The salt of the ocean heals wounds quickly
Rum and tobacco are only solace and source
After all the battles that we lost
Do we have sworn loyalty to us each time
But the faith in us, to Our gods which we can take any
Join us on a long journey
And never wurd confession until the end saved
When the sun sinks into the sunset on the horizon
Let us dream of a country that does not drown in the blood
The stars high in the sky seem to us at your fingertips
We are lost souls, but for one another
Silent Witnesses in the candlelight
Are all the scars on his face like cards
Pride and dignity they should wear
The memory of joys and sorrows, even in a thousand years
In good wind and a bountiful catch
We collect the jar and come out to This does not lead to tattered old bug And we hope that nobody opposes our will.