We are the horror of the seven seas
we will deliver your misery,
we're riding…
on fear in our wind
Sail strong, flying high
skull and crossbones cut through the sky
we're rising
from shackles and Ball
Oh oh oh
our freedom is all
The sound of cannons their beautiful thud
the smell of powder and taste of blood
we're rowing….
flesh to the bone
We make our way to the treasure at hand
we are but feared in all of crown land
we're rising….
for our freedom calls
Oh oh oh
our freedom is all
We're singing Hoho and a bottle of Rum
Far goes the thunder and roar of our Song
to the dead
Oh oh oh
our freedom is set

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