| Riding the tempests of glory
|
| The vessel is gliding along
|
| Pounding the waves, majestically
|
| Proudly and strong
|
| A flag flutters on the horizon
|
| The plunder ready-to-hand
|
| The gunners are ready to fire
|
| Awaiting command
|
| Pounding the sea, like a storm
|
| Wild and free
|
| Obeying our call, fast and raw
|
| The air sparks thunder and lightning
|
| Their bellies are shivered with fear
|
| We showered their cold hearted souls
|
| With sarcastic sneer
|
| Our cohorts are for seizing
|
| The skull and the crossbones fly high
|
| We’re talking over your vessel
|
| Whatever you try
|
| Pounding the sea, like a storm
|
| Wild and free
|
| Obeying our call, fast and raw
|
| Lead or gold, we’re daring our fate
|
| On the wings of the sea
|
| Lead or gold, cursing all the
|
| Conformists who’ll never be free
|
| Guns spitting iron and fire
|
| Acid smoke clouding the air
|
| Ripping the planks
|
| Feeding the flame of despair
|
| Hoisting the flag of surrender
|
| Delivering their silver and gold
|
| A generous gift to the poor
|
| For the brothers they sold
|
| Pounding the sea, like a storm
|
| Wild and free
|
| Obeying our call, fast and raw
|
| Lead or gold, we’re daring our fate
|
| On the wings of the sea
|
| Lead or gold, cursing all the
|
| Conformists who’ll never be free |