Storm clouds they gather awaiting the night the gale force is shrieking with inhuman might the corsairs are restless drinking to death preparing to plunder the scum from the land salt spray burns my eyes the heaving ship is straining follow in their wake silently we're gaining raise our flag of war the crew is getting ready as we board their ship our treasure there is waiting battle cries ring throughout the night blood stains the deck an inhuman sight the captain in my hands his treasure has become mine as we leave their ship sink them to the sand they will never see the sun they're bound to the shores of Acheron
