Back to the Noose - Swashbuckle

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