Störtebeker is his name
And we are his brothers
The skull on our flag
Singing robber songs loudly
Lying in front of the altar on Sunday
Never happened before our thing
From Helgoland itself to Rügen
Everyone knows who we are
God's friend and enemy of all the worlds
We never shit in our own nest
It doesn't matter what the Lord thinks about it
We share everything, even the rest
For silver, women, salt and beer
Let's sail the sea
This is how we live in the here and now
And we like that very much
We don't plunder, we rob
We don't pray, we believe
Born like a child of God
The sail is black and hard to the wind
You sucked it in with your mother's milk
You had never stolen
You just wanted to be a little richer
Get your share
Everyone knows about our deeds
You are brazen and rarely bad
Because we are pirates
And that is our right
Even the executioner failed
Hold his head on his head
The pack was amused
He left without a head

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