Aye what fool bastards are these
Who sail blackest pirate seas
Galleon of colour, that sails to the south
To lands of planety, with great golden bounty.
Who mars our skies, with black buzzard cries
Treasures aboard your bastard boat's lord
Who travels this way, no fear of foul play
There's a chill in this ship's cocky will
Aye, the captain I know,
He bestows death cold and slow
Pirates he's killed
Tortured for thrill
Aye, this captain will die

Sail ya bastard, sail thy wind
Sail for friendsyou tortured and killed
Mistakes you'll make, I'll sail behind
Blast you to hell, revenge my grind
One chance, my luck, our fates entwined
Blood and flesh, eyes will go blind!
FIRE!

Tortured screams, flow forth from depths abroad
TO be your future day, only for ye sailing bawds
Treasure in hand, as the blood of your man
Words you shout are truth in sound
Your treasure we'll take, blood spilt to the ground
Run, run, run to thy refuge ye hide in thy North
For the day you defeat us will never come forth