Through the Gale

These are the roughest seas you’re 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, we’re heading for the gale
And we’ll 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 we’re 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.