Salt on my lips,

wind in my face.

The sea doesn’t favor

those who are afraid.

The horizon burns above the waves,

the wind tears at a black flag.

They told us, “you’re weak,”

but the sea decided otherwise.

Ports are closing their gates,

lights fade on the shore,

but we choose freedom

and hold the helm ourselves.

Everyone fears the storm

and the towering waves.

Let them be afraid —

that’s us.

Everyone fears the storm

and the towering waves.

Let them be afraid —

we are the storm.

Everyone fears the storm

and the towering waves.

Let them be afraid —

that’s us.

Everyone fears the storm

and the towering waves.

Let them be afraid —

we are the storm.

A black flag

and the sound of waves.

The sea is free —

just like us.