Our ships was the last sight that many would see,
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry.
Sound of the cannons and splintering wood,
Did herald our pass into glory.
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship,
Our hearts hadn't time for no wounded.
I took my share and the crew got the rest,
And on into port we did bound it.

Life has many pleasures and we had our fill,
Of food and of wenches and beer.
When we tired of the port or had drunken it dry,
The time to set sail had come near.
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We are the face of the chaos
and the heralds of the Last Judgement.
We laugh in the face of the tragedy.
We mock at everybody in pain.
We destroy the lives of other,
simply because we are able to do it.