| Back on the waves, the roger is law, no return in sight |
| A look from the masthead tall in the sky, leaving harbor lights |
| Master the ways of sabre and gun, there’s only do or die |
| Your life is a gamble and gold is the price, fearless bloody ride |
| Ready for boarding with fire in eyes |
| SAILING ON TO WAR |
| Fast as a shark and bad to the bone |
| LET THE THUNDER ROAR |
| Hunted by time and cutthroat alike, there’s no time to waste |
| Hours of travelling, gone is the luck, can this be the end? |
| Finally something appar in the far, a vessel full of gold |
| Th finger of death is pointing at you, be our slave or die! |
| Ready for boarding with fire in eyes |
| SAILING ON TO WAR |
| Fast as a shark and bad to the bone |
| LET THE THUNDER ROAR |
| Back on the waves, the roger is law, no return in sight |
| The finger of death is pointing at you, be our slave or die! |