| The parchment turns as the quest begins. |
| Brothers in arms with the blood of sin
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| Minds ingrained upon the route, each and all our black hearts devout
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| Hung or shot, stabbed or drowned. |
| These pleasures make our world go 'round
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| From behind a veil of power and pride we sat, enthroned amongst the slain
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| And with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains
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| The hell we raised upon the seas. |
| Cause of death and fear on the main
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| Survived damnation and the tests of time. |
| Now we’re back for blood again!
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| Tempted by a nameless prize, and splendid riches of unspeakable size
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| The feeling that grows with each the passing tides. |
| To pilfer and plunder the
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| guilt aside
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| Back for the attack. |
| To bring scurvy back! |
| Your village, we’ll ransack.
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| All the loot that we’ll pack
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| Always ready for the attack. |
| We’re bringing scurvy back! |
| You’ll have no time to
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| flee. |
| There’s only death at sea
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| Fearing our attack. |
| We’re bringing scurvy back! |
| Raising our ales tonight in
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| honour of our fight
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| Drink 'til we attack. |
| We’re bringing scurvy back! |
| We’ll thrash until we die!
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| 'Til our ships burn to the sky! |
| Killing for the attack. |
| We’re bringing scurvy
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| back! |