Have you heard the news of late? The Queen’s declared a war on Spain A fat and hulking treasure fleet Awaits our band of murderous thieves
We cast our canvas to the sky And smile whilst we are sharpening knives And as our ship does sail the sea We recall Liz’s fine decree...
“Bring their treasure back to me Though spare a share for your privateers And make the armada sailors’ knees Tremble hard with bloody fear”
Fire the starboard ballast guns! We lust for blood, the battle’s young Cut out their filthy Spanish tongues And take the yellow gold and run! Haul the halyards to the sky! Hello Pedro, time to die! Blast them all; our guns are lit It’s time to kill those armored shits!
This game is nothing new to us We’ve killed before, we’re fucking nuts! But if we’re pardoned by the Queen She’ll let us keep our Brigantine
Ironically, we’ve used our blades On English fortress barricades To slit the throats of redcoat swine But war makes truly desperate times
So now we’ve hoisted Britain’s flag But we’re ten to one, that scheming hag! To hell with all, we’ll never fall The Dread Crew of Oddwood, now hear our call!
“My handsome dear sweet privateers My heart goes out to you For though you’re strong, you’ll not last long ’Gainst the armada’s crew And when you’re dead and the Spanish have fled Both pirates and Spaniards will be through Now fight your battle and kill the bastards ’Til fireships bring the hellfire through”
Huah, the Spanish fleet is gone! We’ll take the English ports by storm And give the Queen her bloody gold And make the royal blood run cold!
Fire the starboard ballast guns! We lust for blood, the battle’s young Cut out their filthy English tongues And take the yellow gold and run! Rape! Kill! Burn! Slaughter!