O come all ye scallywags, sing along with me, (For) we are the Royal Trolls, the terrors of the sea! We pillage and plunder, and we never compromise, We’ll sail these raging waters ‘till we take our glorious prize! We run from no enemy and we can feel no pain. All of the lower bloods will quake under our reign! We build metal death machines to do just what we crave, To pummel all the land-lovers until they’re in the grave! Masters of the tide, (The) stars shall be our guide. If you’re not a royal blood, You’d better run and hide! Confiscate the crown, Swing the ship around, Take a swig of Faygo just to wash the whiskey down.
*Instrumental Break*
(The captain's awfully quiet today) (What do you think be on his mind?)
(Silence, peasant!) (Get back to work)
(Yes, captain)
(Is he gone?) (Alright, boys, gather round, I got a story for ya
Our brave and fearless leader is… Eridan! What a hopeless romantic… From matesprit to kismesis, his feelings are frantic! His poor broken heart has been shattered on the floor, But he’ll never stop until he can have her for “shore!”
(What's going on here, pathetic peasants?) (Get back to work!) (Raise the sails, weigh the anchor) (We got a whale to catch)
Come all ye scallywags, sing along with me, We are the Royal Trolls, the terrors of the sea! We pillage and plunder, ‘cause we know we’ve got the nerve, We’ll rule these stormy waters and we’ll take what we deserve! Masters of the tide, (The) stars shall be our guide. If you’re not a royal blood, You’d better run and hide! Confiscate the crown, Swing the ship around, Take a swig of Faygo just to wash the whiskey down. Yar har, anchors away! Soon we’ll be coming to ruin your day, Just resign to your fate. Soon you’ll be made into Gl'Bgolyb bait.