Poor young lads from forgotten lands No place to be and no place to thrive Abandoned, an intruder to a life that's never meant to be Join the cursed crew or else be prepared to feed the fish
By the god of wind and by gods of ale We'll plunder on sea and we'll storm the land Stand and rise of the full black jack Never walk the plank, hail the old salt
Here come the oaths of stanch and blood He to betray is the one to hang Avast ye, a black spot, fetch and hold the cutlass on your hand The time draws near, run to the battle or become the next shark's bait
By the god of wind and by gods of ale We'll plunder on sea and we'll storm the land Stand and rise of the full black jack Never walk the plank, hail the old saltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
