Riding The Storm - Running Wild

Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea

Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free

Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull

From a stormy horison we get our course

The cry of freedom

Face in the wind, we’re riding the storm

We’ll stay our course whatever will come

Wandering souls in the sea of the damned

Death or glory, oh, oh, we’re riding the storm

Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and DOWN

Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow

The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top

From a stormy horizon we get our course

The cry of freedom

Face in the wind, we’re riding the storm

We’ll stay our course whatever will come

Wandering souls in the sea of the damned

Death or glory, oh, oh, we’re riding the storm