[Music: Rolf Kasparek]n[Lyrics: Rolf Kasparek]nnPurple clouds on the horizon,nRaging waves could touch the skynOn the wind a certain howling,nWhipping bow will ride on highnnWaving flag is nearly tearing,nThe braces hold on tightnAll hands on deck the order,nSteadfast, prepared to fightnn[Pre:]nCaught in the storm, where our spirit is bornnRiding the waves with the windnAnd the devil is taking his tollnWith the sea, where nobody can flee, when the waves'nPiling high and the rage's in the skynn[Chorus:]nSkull & Bones, on the horizonnSkull & Bones, flying highnSkull & Bones, storm is risingnSkull & Bones, lead will flynnThe cannons are packed and loaded,nReady to shoot their loadnA cracking round is blowing,nShaking the sea and the boatnA cloud of smoke and fire is blacking out the seanThe flag in white is rising, no more chance to fleenn[Pre]n[Chorus]n