Aye what fool bastards are these Who sail blackest pirate seas Galleon of color, that sails to the south To lands of plenty, with great golden bounty Who mars our skies, with black buzzards cries Treasures abourd your bastard boat's lord Who travels this way with no fear of foul play? There's a chill in this ship's cocky will Aye, this captain I know He bestows death cold and slow Brave Pirates he killed Maimed, tortured for thrill Aye, this captain will die
Sail ya bastard, sail thy wind Sail for friends you 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 teasure 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 forthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
