On the day when the storm was drawing near There was a crew of dirty swarthy buccaneers One hundred paces south towards the tallest standing tree Six feet underground lies the treasure of the queen
A bolt of lightning split the mast and dropped the sail The heavens split in twain and down came hail What manner of force has caused this, are we heathens bound for hell? Or are we but lost souls in the belly of the whale?
We ride, skysail heads into the wind Avast all dread, for we be not who've sinned Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea
The captain caught the eye of something worse The seas, they foamed, and raves, and spat, and cursed A terrible creature rose from the black heart of the waves Churning, burning, yearning to drag us into our graves
The darkness swallowed all that we could see Surely this must be some terrible dream Gone are the skies above us. Gone are the winds and rain Gone is all our glory, all our lust, and all our pain
We ride, skysail heads into the wind Avast all dread, for we be not who've sinned Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea
On the day when the storm was drawing near There lay a crew of dirty swarthy buccaneers One hundred paces south towards the tallest standing tree Six feet underground with naught but tales of all their deeds
We ride, skysail heads into the wind Avast all dread, for we be not who've sinned Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea
We ride, skysail heads into the wind Avast all dread, for we be not who've sinned Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea