Verse:
Ther maigdijsde im Lupdrefiir;
ther Koinij isd thet Sdurmt jevald'jer Aar.
Thi Foijlaan siddern, voiren nur;
Taan schallenth riaschenth praigdij Pluijelpaar.

Ther Loive in ther Vuisde vruilld;
ther Koinij, for iim kriugd that diirisch Veer.
Thi Puirsden thiter Veld tinth vir;
thi Koinije, vir verschen iap them Meer.

Chorus:
Isd aanet Dajet irjenthvann ther ledschde Schutt jedan;
To lenken vir that morsche Schipp in Voillet Jlud tothann.
On isdt them Diupel iag nigd regd, vir vaasen kraipdij aan;
Ther Meere Verren varen vir, on verthent iag viir unden taan.

Verse:
Saaid tig aan Schipp Vorisond;
Vir juveln, priuthij, ruinsdij, liad on vilth.
On unter Schipp them Paale jlaag;
Schiisd thurg that vriatenthe Vojenepilth.

Ther Kiapmann vev for Ansd on for Vee;
On iag them kuuin Madroten tinkd ther Mud.
On tha sdaaid am schvankenth Masd;
Untre Plajje vog, rod vii that Vlud.

Chorus:
Isd aanet Dajet irjenthvann ther ledschde Schutt jedan;
To lenken vir that morsche Schipp in Voillet Jlud tothann.
On isdt them Diupel iag nigd regd, vir vaasen telver aan;
Ther Meere Verren varen vir, on verthent iag viir unden taan.

Verse:
Vir sduirsen iap that paanthlig Schipp;
Int Siil, to vii aan lotjeschottener Paal.
Kanone thonnerd, Mutked kragd;
On schiarij ratteld liad that Endervaal.

Teed, schon thi paanthlig Plajje tinkd;
Voird, liad erdoind nun unter Tiijtjeschraa:
Vog leve et, that vriatenthe Meer,
On vooier leve thi Teerioveraa!

Chorus:
Isd aanet Dajet irjenthvann ther ledschde Schutt jedan;
To lenken vir that morsche Schipp in Voillet Jlud tothann.
On isdt them Diupel iag nigd regd, vir vaasen telver aan;
Ther Meere Verren varen vir, on verthent iag viir unden taan.

Verse:
The mightiest in the air,
the king, is the storm's giant eagle.
The birds shiver, hear only
its resounding, roaring, gorgeous pair of wings.

The lion in the desert roars,
the king, the animal flock grovels before it.
The lords of this world we are,
the kings, we rule the sea.

Chorus:
If one day, at some point, the last step is done;
We'll steer the rotting ship into hell's maw.
And even if the devil doesn't like it, we'll turn up the heat;
We were the masters of the sea, and we'll be down down here, too.

Verse:
If a shop shows on the horizon;
We cheer, joyfully, eagerly, loud and wild.
Our ship, like an arrow;
Bolts through the roaring waves.

The merchant shivers from fear and balefulness;
And the bold sailor looses his courage, too.
And on the rocking mast rises
our flag, red like blood.

Chorus:
If one day, at some point, the last step is done;
We'll steer the rotting ship into hell's maw.
And even if the devil doesn't like it, we'll turn up the heat;
We were the masters of the sea, and we'll be down down here, too.

Verse:
We rush onto the enemy ship;
Into the mark, like an arrow let loose.
Cannon thunders, musket cracks;
And the boarding axe rattles ghastfully.

Look, already the enemy flag sinks;
Hear, loudly our cries of victory ring out.
Long live the roaring sea;
Longer live piracy.

Chorus:
If one day, at some point, the last step is done;
We'll steer the rotting ship into hell's maw.
And even if the devil doesn't like it, we'll turn up the heat;
We were the masters of the sea, and we'll be down down here, too.