Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pirate Song, artist - Alestorm. Album song Black Sails at Midnight, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Pirate Song |
Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man, |
I once had the heart of a lion. |
Commanding my ship, between many a shore, |
The ol’Jolly Roger a-flyin'. |
Mine was a name that put fear into men, |
And regret into plenty o’lasses. |
Lo, how I wish I could take back those days, |
As I stare at these empty beer glasses. |
I think of the times past when I had it all, |
I toyed with men’s wives and their daughters. |
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth, |
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered. |
And for what? |
(HEY!) |
The men that I’ve fought, |
Are matched by the number of women I’ve bought. |
And for what? |
(HEY!) |
I’ve killed and I’ve shot, |
And reddened the cold tears of children with blood. |
And if I could go back and make my amends, |
I’d make all those mistakes again. |
And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend! |
My ship was the last sight that many would see, |
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry. |
Sound of the cannons and splintering wood, |
Did herald our pass into glory. |
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship, |
Our hearts hadn’t time for no wounded. |
I took my share and the crew got the rest, |
And on into port we did bound it. |
Life has many pleasures and we had our fill, |
Of food and of wenches and beer. |
When we tired of the port or had drunken it dry, |
The time to set sail had come near. |
And for what? |
(HEY!) |
We heed no law, |
The other man suffers so we can have more. |
And for what? |
(HEY!) |
We lived every day, |
The noose of the hangman a hairsbreadth away. |
And if I could go back and make my amends, |
I’d make all those mistakes again. |
And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend! |
Oh, I have seen wonders you never have dreamed, |
And taken my fair share I must say. |
Holds full of booty I happily seized, |
From crews who would not see a new day. |
Spanish gold came and went, and gemstones were sold, |
And I knew more lay on the horizon. |
Yet the beer was too good, and gals were too sweet, |
And now in my old age, it’s gone. |
These memories were bought with the lives of good men, |
A price that I paid without scruple. |
So many so suffered so I could get drunk, |
And swagger from brothel to brothel. |
Now for what? |
(HEY!) |
It’s been many years, |
The screams of the vanquished still ring in my ears. |
But for what? |
(HEY!) |
I’ve blood on my hands, |
I wait for my place in the halls of the damned. |
And if I could go back and make my amends, |
I’d make all those mistakes again. |
I’D KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS, MY FRIENDS! |