What should one do when darkens the sky?

When in the horizon enemies′ sails arise?

What should one do when there is a needTo fool the approaching death, to do a hero's deed?

We rule the Seven Seas

Swords high for our Queen

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory

What should one do when the answer′s not there

On the highest mountain, or the deepest sea bed

What should one do if not fully alive

Face looming death with a grin and the nectar of courage

We rule the Seven Seas

Swords high for our Queen

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory

We rule the Seven Seas

Swords high for our Queen

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory

Shout for what we live

Rum, women, victory