Bloodshed and rum,
there are hard times to come
from a light salty breeze
to waves high as trees
Gin and unrest
Put our spirits to test
We bite through the gale
With torn rig and no sail
Rum and regret
There are debts to be met
The tide pulls away
And the sky turns to grey
Hardships and grog
We’re heading through fog
from white airy mists
to bare-knuckled fists
Lets Tell them of ships that we board in the night,
As we cut through their ranks in the heart of the fight.
They pay with their blood or they run in retreat
No glory remains in their bitter defeat.
It is all there in the stories we share
Where villains are heroes and royals despair
It is all there in the scars that we wear
Where blisters and booze make a glorious pair
Fractures and beer
There’s a scent out of fear
A shiver for hope
at the end of the rope
Slow labor and ale
There’s no wind in our sails
A vessel draws near
and through darkness appears
Brandy and grind
There’s no time to rewind
It’s the start of an war
as we seen times before
Death and old wine,
There are stakes on the line
The flags fluttered high
There’s blood in the sky
Lets Tell them of ships that we board in the night,
As we cut through their ranks in the heart of the fight.
They pay with their blood or they run in retreat
No glory remains in their bitter defeat.
It is all there in the stories we share
Where villains are heroes and royals despair
It is all there in the scars that we wear
Where blisters and booze make a glorious pair
Let’s Tell them of ships that we board in the night,
As we cut through their ranks in the heart of the fight.
They pay with their blood or they run in retreat
No glory remains in their bitter defeat.
It is all there in the stories we share
Where villains are heroes and royals despair
It is all there in the scars that we wear
Where blisters and booze make a glorious pair