Wir Fahren Gegen Engeland
Hellsing Ultimate
We're Sailing Against England
Today we want to sing a little song
We want to drink the cool wine
And the glasses shall clink to that
Because it must, it must be parted
Give me your hand, your white hand
Farewell, my darling, farewell, my darling
Farewell, farewell
For we're sailing, for we're sailing
For we're sailing against England, England!
