A pirate doesn't care about the laws
Written by turncoats
Who count money all the day
And violate oaths.
He spits into the noble's face
Right between the eyes
And hates all those bastards
Who think they are wise.
A heavy sea is running, the wind rips our sails,
We enjoy this crazy dance and ride on the waves.
But there are two huge powers
On this wavy world
That makes a pirate saluting
Without a single word:
The wind can bring your ship back home
Or to the "bloody hell"
The sea can swallow everything
No one hears your yell
If you don't respect them
Your fate will be bad
You can't do anything
They choose: alive or dead