Born to Face the Wind - Messenger

Silent floating through the stars

To gain the secrets

Boarding every ship

On our deadly trip

Privateers we’ll be

Fight and never flee

Reckless courage of our brothers

sons of victory

Born to face the wind

We’re masters of the storm

Glory to this life of piracy

Born to face the wind

We’re masters of the storm

Under Morgan’s flag

We are masters of the storm

In the shadows of the space

Our ships are waiting

Filled with hate and spite

Against the federations’s might

Worker-slaves on the run

Now we stand as one

As fast we came we will be gone

In the Tarkassidian sun

Here we stand at the dawn of a new age

Sworn to reach for the highest goals

Judged and traced by the Inquisition

But it’s futile to save our souls