We left months ago, we were out for the hunt
Seadogs hungry for treasures and glory
Riding the storm like a bullet of lead
Breaking the waves like a cutlass in flesh
Cargos were plundered in numbers unknown
Many were killed in our rage attacks
Pieces of eight in mountains aboard
Time to return and raise our bottles
Under the flag of skull – living fear
Ruthless and raising hell – bloody sea
Glory for those who fight – death for the weak
And then we return back to
Port royal – return to
Port royal – return to
Port royal
Cannons are running hot in the night
Turning the galleons to ruins of wood
Traces of battle wherever we go
Blood has been spilled like a tide flood of death
Hell has no boundaries, death has no law
The shark is loose and it’s hungry for gold
New vessels to plunder and ships to burn
Under the flag of skull – living fear
Ruthless and raising hell – bloody sea
Glory for those who fight – death for the weak
And then we return back to
Port royal – return to
Port royal – return to
Port royal