Freebooter

Open the seas to my plight
Winds in the gales of desire
Scourge of the port towns in sigh
Cannons lay waste

And there's salt in our veins
Giving death is our trade to the end
Skeletal flag, and the fires
That blaze seen for miles

Sword to the throat of the innocent
Black is our storm
And you'll never escape our attack
The crown and the royals conspire

Sending the men
On a quest with sir drake
To the cities to be slayed or sacked
No quarter to give
No prisoners will live past the hour

Sword to the throat of the innocent
Letter marque for the crimes done at sea
Crowns conspire
The corpse of the bastard is nigh

Brave men will kneel and die
The cowards and women will run
Murder and rape

And there's salt in our veins
Giving death is our trade to the end
Skeletal flag, and the fires
That blaze seen for miles

Sword to the throat of the innocent
Black is our storm
And you'll never escape our attack
Keelhauled and nailed to my mast
I've read the stars and crossed
The leagues to bring you death