Through The Gale

These are the roughest seas youre ever gonna sail
Our hearts and our sails are ripped, our mast is cracked and frail
Nothing matters at all.
Nothing matters. Ahead we go.
Our ship is going through, were heading for the gale
And well break our arms to swim if our vessels fail
Nothing matters at all.
Nothing matters. Ahead we go.
By damned and wicked winds, you seekers of betrail
Our backs and our beams shall break beneath your cold asail
But were sailors through and through, although our hope is pale
Sailing is what we do, and onwards we shall sail!
Nothing matters at all.
Nothing matters. Ahead we go.