Have you heard the news of late?
The Queen's declared a war on Spain
A fat and hulking treasure fleet
Awaits our band of murderous thieves
We cast our canvas to the sky
And smile whilst we are sharpening knives
And as our ship does sail the sea
We recall Liz's fine decree
"Bring their treasure back to me
Though spare a share for your privateers
And make the armada sailors' knees
Tremble hard with [?] fear"
Fire the starboard ballast guns!
We lust for blood, the battlе's young
Cut our their filthy Spanish tongues
And take thе yellow gold and run!
Haul the halyards to the sky!
Hello Pedro, time to die!
Blast them all; our guns are lit
It's time to kill those armored shits
This game is nothing new to us
We've killed before, we're fxxking nuts!
But if we're pardoned by the Queen
She'll let us keep our brigantine
Ironically, we've used our blades
On English fortress barricades
To slit the throats of redcoat swine
But war makes truly desperate times
So now we've hoisted Britain's flag
But we're ten to one, that scheming hag!
To hell with it all, we'll never fall
The Dread Crew of Oddwood, now hear our call!
"My handsome dear sweet privateers
My heart goes out to you
For though you're strong, you'll not last long
'Gainst the armada's crew
And when you're dead and the Spanish have fled
Both pirates and Spaniards will be through
Now fight your battle and kill the bastards
'Til fireships bring the hellfire through"
Huah, the Spanish fleet is gone!
We'll take the English ports by storm
And give the Queen her bloody gold
And make the royal blood run cold!
Fire the starboard ballast guns!
We lust for blood, the battle's young
Cut our their filthy English tongues
And take the yellow gold and run!
Rape! Kill! Burn! Slaughter!