Sailors! Heed my words The dark sea is unforgiving tonight Rising waves Will crash into the shore The second coming The howling wind caresses sails In the murky depths His throne stands strong Wielding Fragarach he leads the way, God of the oceans and lord of the storms. Hear the wind roar for him, son of the sea. Son of the sea. Fly! Like the wind Manannán mac Lir He rides the waves on high! He rides the waves on high! He rides the waves on high! He rides the waves on high! The one, the daring god Guides our longships back to shore Under his banner We will find our native land Feast in his name Blazing bonfires upon the shore Praised be his name Manannan of the sea! Protector of the Isle of Man He calls out to the water to obey his will. Concealed by his cloak of mist he rides He rides the waves Fly! Like the wind Manannán mac Lir He rides the waves on high! He rides the waves on high! He rides the waves on high!