Impartial is my battle-cry For here we stand or here we die. A firefight to light the sky; The time for reckoning is nigh.
Their ships out man us, one to three. Your choices now could set you free. I ask you all to fight with me; A challenge for the world to see.
Prime your guns and whet your blades, My fury now will be dealt in spades. We'll strike them fast, before night fades And bring them down, this cursed brigade.
They won’t decide who’ll win and lose. Our story’s based on what we choose. I’ve earned the right and paid my dues. Our triumph will be front page news.
We've come too far to let this go. I'll live up here or die below! Make sure the guns are primed to blow; Our moment thrives in this tableaux.
It is fair to bring them all to a fight we cannot win? To ask for proof of loyalty they gave me on a whim? Is this fear and loathsome doubt my last remaining sin Or can I tamp this feeling down to fit inside my skin?
Was I a fool to leave the earth to chase this fairy dream? For, suddenly, this carefree life had lost is lustrous sheen. Am I the leader that they need, avenging Pirate Queen? Or just a girl who's lost her way, a cog in the machine?
But none of them have turned away and none of them have fled. Despite the possibility tomorrow we'll be dead. The fears of my mortality takes flight inside my head And supplant the notes of strategy compiled in their stead.