The parchment turns as the quest begins. Brothers in arms with the blood of sin
Minds ingrained upon the route, each and all our black hearts devout
Hung or shot, stabbed or drowned. These pleasures make our world go 'round
From behind a veil of power and pride we sat, enthroned amongst the slain
And with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains
The hell we raised upon the seas. Cause of death and fear on the main
Survived damnation and the tests of time. Now we’re back for blood again!
Tempted by a nameless prize, and splendid riches of unspeakable size
The feeling that grows with each the passing tides. To pilfer and plunder the
guilt aside
Back for the attack. To bring scurvy back! Your village, we’ll ransack.
All the loot that we’ll pack
Always ready for the attack. We’re bringing scurvy back! You’ll have no time to flee. There’s only death at sea
Fearing our attack. We’re bringing scurvy back! Raising our ales tonight in honour of our fight
Drink 'til we attack. We’re bringing scurvy back! We’ll thrash until we die!
'Til our ships burn to the sky! Killing for the attack. We’re bringing scurvy
back!