33 years, only 3 on the shore
Look in tired eyes as proud as before


Challenge noble's law
Set the justice by arms
Feel the salt on tongue

Yet live sweetest of lives

Here our captain stands

Our brother in blood
Leader of the crew
Second only to god


Oceans open wide
For the holder of key

Letter of marque
License to kill


We are not thieves, simply take what we need
Honor Discipline, the only law...


Those who sail high seas
Have no family bounds
Future covered with mist

Will never reach peaceful grounds

Friends with king and !@^%

Noble and vice
Free to choose the lord
Fortune is rolling the dice