Freebooter

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