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