We live! Men who are happy and free!
Birds of a feather, who travel together, soldiers of fortune are we.
We go towing beknighted, we're strong!
Taking your treasure, we'll do it with pleasure, who's there to tell us we're wrong.
Battles to hide us and bright stars to guide tonight, we go.
No ties to bind us, where err lies will find us, we call our home.
We fight, fight, fight, fight, soldiers of fortune are we.