at war at sea in a boat made of bone of the dead
put together with the blood of a thousand men
the crew has been ready to kill since they first boarded
our spears are ready the cannons are loaded
the ocean is turning against us
its to late now the waves are crashing
as tall as buildings with no end in sight
we are all running with no place to hide
is this the end of our pirate lives
flipping upside down i taste the ocean blue
the sharks are circling wanting a taste of me
blood covers the ocean as the feast begins
the end of nothing the end of something