Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man around.
Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine.
I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew.
What?!
Now you hide your fears lest it becomes your fault should I choose to molest you.
Catharina!
If you try to leave, there will be grief.
A wonderful house built for my wife to dwell, still nagging like one of my annoying men.
Catharina!
He defies the trust in marriage and god.
For there are bloodstains on the captain's log.
I stand for greed, lust and the willpower to defeat.
The mask I wear is