Beers Axes And Oak

Sailing towards the end of the world
Armed with beers axes and oak
A crew of brave men set of sailed
To meet the unknow there´s no place for the weaks.

In the age when earth was plane
And dragons killed men
They wrote their own history
And they were guided by the wind.

On the route of the frozen horizons
With the sound of the waves in our feet
Days and nights, passed by
And they put their trust in the sea.

For lack of food, lager and women
Their faith was fading away
But that´s their road that´s their will
A flame that stands in the sea.

But fog tracherous and delivered ém to a maelmstrom
That swallowed their ship and extinguished their flame
Now their bodies are pasture of marine beasts
Without life but glorious
Their message even can be felt in the sea.

After they became one with the ocean
And grasped their axes for one last time
On waves of glory they rode
On waves of glory they will forever ride.