| Song | The Privateer |
| Artist | Running Wild |
| Album | Black Hand Inn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kasparek | |
| The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light | |
| Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night | |
| Guns are spitting fire, the cannonball tears up the rail | |
| The vessel's changing course, the thunderstorm blows up the sail | |
| A furious fight is raging, red-hot cannon's shooting hard | |
| Ironballs are flying, tearing all the planks apart | |
| His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| The sea-dog's realmed in legends, it said he had the second sight | |
| His assignment must be holy, he fought the fight with power and pride | |
| The key to ancient wisdom, the power to have seen the truth | |
| He'll return to holy ground, where his tortured soul had died in youth | |
| His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer |
| zuo ci : Kasparek | |
| The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light | |
| Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night | |
| Guns are spitting fire, the cannonball tears up the rail | |
| The vessel' s changing course, the thunderstorm blows up the sail | |
| A furious fight is raging, redhot cannon' s shooting hard | |
| Ironballs are flying, tearing all the planks apart | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| The seadog' s realmed in legends, it said he had the second sight | |
| His assignment must be holy, he fought the fight with power and pride | |
| The key to ancient wisdom, the power to have seen the truth | |
| He' ll return to holy ground, where his tortured soul had died in youth | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer |
| zuò cí : Kasparek | |
| The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light | |
| Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night | |
| Guns are spitting fire, the cannonball tears up the rail | |
| The vessel' s changing course, the thunderstorm blows up the sail | |
| A furious fight is raging, redhot cannon' s shooting hard | |
| Ironballs are flying, tearing all the planks apart | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| The seadog' s realmed in legends, it said he had the second sight | |
| His assignment must be holy, he fought the fight with power and pride | |
| The key to ancient wisdom, the power to have seen the truth | |
| He' ll return to holy ground, where his tortured soul had died in youth | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer | |
| His allseeing spyglass is aiming at the sea | |
| No mariner has the slightest chance to flee | |
| His crystal ball' s revealing where he has to steer | |
| He fights the covered evil without a fear | |
| Oh, the privateer |