On ships as black as pitch we are a coastal snarl-
Every boat enraged, and rabid!
Every tooth engaged and savage!
On ships as fast as falcon screams in high ravines-
Every man a sharpened talon!
Veins that pulse with a virile toxin!
We sail for pride and ruin!
Plunder culled from the sea we’re strewn in!

Rain comes from black clouds, so death from my fleet! Loud and cruel peals of thunder, my foes blasted under the sea! Along ridge lines, in mist, heads on oak spines foretell doom to all who would cross into Maude’s mountain halls!

On ships as fell as rime and frost to the cold and lost-
Merchantmen we catch and strangle!
Laden galleons we entangle!
On ships as sharp as morning light to smoke-filled sight-
Every man a corsair-demon!
Eyes alight with mortal seething!
We sail for Maude, our Queen!
We rule the seas for lands unseen!

My people have known war from highland to seashore! Our gods have abandoned their mad children’s land in dismay! Perdition is served in a flagon for heroes; their souls may unbend, sheltered in flame.

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