The Ballad of the Baltic Sea

On a cold Friday night, it was starting to rain outside The tempest let fly banners of red and white The city of old, we left her behind in mists On a westward course, the spirits were high We mounted the ship, a vessel of steel-hard hide A full mile in length, four hundred feet wide! Uncertain whether we would find friendly troops inside We took to our chamber to rest Sailing the high seas We shall harness the wind If we ever arrive in that evil land We'll keep home in our hearts The cabin was dry, our soldiers felt weak inside We knew it was time to strike out with might Inside a great hall there were bottles, every shape and size Mystical drinks, magic potions we'd find The battle is through, who's to say if we won or lost? All that I can say is we gave everything The casualties high, the fallen blacked out last night Yet on this we swear, we'll come back for more Sailing the high seas We shall harness the wind Lest we ever arrive in that evil land We'll drink tax free till the end