In days of old, we swore the oath
To follow the hoarse call of sea

With all our belongings stowed in sea bags
Our shoulders are heavily laden

We left our cozy beds, the roof over our heads
To spend the nights under deck

With faltering steps we set foot on the planks
That will carry us to the end of the world

The storm rumples our hair
And there‘s salt in the air
And you can see it in our shining eyes
You can capture our bodies
But our souls are promised
We are lost to the sea

We follow the moon - we follow the stars
We follow the needle of the compass

We share illusive calm as we share stormy days
At sea, there‘s no day like the other

We pull on the ropes, we sail close to the wind
While our lives hang by a thread

When the last hope has vanished, we suffer the same fate
And sink to the depths of the sea

The storm rumples our hair
And there‘s salt in the air
And you can see it in our shining eyes
You can capture our bodies
But our souls are promised
We are lost to the sea