axel rudi pell
prisoners of the sea
We're sailing on the waves of the ocean, The gallow's dangling in the wind  The god of the sea is showing his real face, As the slaves try to tame the raging waves  We're riding on the wind and the sea is turning red, We fight the fire of hate, black banners for the dead  No walking on water, We're the prisoners of the sea, The devil's daughter, A game between her and me  The sea will be our grave and we're running out of time But we're searching for our little peace of mind.