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