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Open the seas to my plight Winds in the gales of desire Scourge of the port towns in sigh Cannons lay waste And there's salt in our veins, giving death is our trade to the end Skeletal flag, and the fires that blaze seen for miles Sword to the throat of the innocent Black is our storm and you'll never escape our attack The crown and the royals conspire Sending the men On a quest with Sir Drake to the cities to be slayed or sacked No quarter to give, no prisoners will live past the hour Sword to the throat of the innocent Letter marque for the crimes done at sea, crowns conspire The corpse of the bastard is nigh Brave men will kneel and die The cowards and women will run Murder and rape And there's salt in our veins, giving death is our trade to the end Skeletal flag, and the fires that blaze seen for miles Sword to the throat of the innocent Black is our storm and you'll never escape our attack Keelhauled and nailed to my mast I've read the stars and crossed the leagues to bring you death From Letras Mania