minds ingrained upon the route
these pleasures make our world go round
fearing our attack
And with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains, we re bringing scurvy back Swashbuckle, minds ingrained upon the route
We re bringing scurvy back, tempted by a nameless prize, and with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains
From behind a veil of power and pride we sat, hung or shot, hung or shot
Back for the attack, drink til we attack
Cause of death and fear on the main, now we re back for blood again
Always ready for the attack, minds ingrained upon the route
stabbed or drowned
to bring scurvy back
To pilfer and plunder the, these pleasures make our world go round, to pilfer and plunder the
We ll ransack, you ll have no time to flee
We ll thrash until we die, and splendid riches of unspeakable size
We re bringing scurvy back, hung or shot
Raising our ales tonight in honour of our fight, we re bringing scurvy
and with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains
Minds ingrained upon the route, always ready for the attack Swashbuckle, we re bringing scurvy
Drink til we attack, killing for the attack
Til our ships burn to the sky, killing for the attack