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