The Legend of Mord &tyver

In idle times, before you or I
 Two brothers were bound by a fate of the sea
 Though born into wealth beyond that of great kings
 Both longed for a life of adventure and thrills
 They sought out a means to acquire two ships
 And as they take helm, each to their own wind
 A vow is made to bind them, that wherever they may go
 One day, by fate, their paths will cross and guide them home
 Jacob Tyver's name was known as a thief of ill repute
 His greed was nearly matched by all the bastards of his crew
 They kept within their clutches great men's treasures as their prize
 And stole from one another; but Tyver they dared not defy
 Cedrick Mord lived by the sword and left no man alive
 He fought the Spanish armament and none of them survived
 From Ecuador to Singapore he set the world aflame
 And not a man existed that did not fear his name
 Far from this day, a story will be told
 Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
 And are bound to their souls
 Tyver's ship was so immense it tore apart the clouds
 Within its hull lay untold riches piled to the brow
 Mord's galleon, donned with crimson sails, they called it, Hell at Sea
 And all it left where it had passed were corpses and debris
 Far from this day, a story will be told
 Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
 And are bound to their souls
 Far from this day, a story will be told
 Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
 And are bound to their souls
 Two marauders of old were at last battle's end
 Their crews had all withered to fight and defend
 Upon the stern deck their swords told their fate