Carach Angren Bloodstains On The Captain's Log
Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for
the most respected man around. Breathe with me from the
opium pipe and drink
a little more wine. I love you, but not as much as my
sea, ship and crew. What?! Now you hide your fears lest
it becomes your fault should I
choose to molest you. Catharina! If you try to leave,
there will be grief. A wonderful house built for my
wife to dwell, still nagging like
one of my annoying men. Catharina! He defies the trust
in marriage and god. For there are bloodstains on the
captain's log. I stand for
greed, lust and the willpower to defeat. The mask I
wear is kind, with a distorted face underneath. I
believe in bliss through violence and
suppression. Take, rob and rape. Don't let these filthy
foreigners escape. On our pillage through the Indian
seas, we sail heartless under
the flag of piracy. Ravish and ruin their lives.
Execute their children right before their eyes. My
treasure chambers, teeming with the riches
I adore. I call it passion, not a sin, to kill for more
and more. Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a
trophy for the most respected
man around. Breathe with me from the opium the opium
pipe and drink a little more wine. I love you, but not
as much as my sea, ship and crew.
What?! Now hold your tears lest it becomes your fault I
should choose to violate you. Once he sailed the course
of trade and
righteousness. A stern, yet stout, master of the sea.
Now his soul drowns in condescension. His mind
corrupted and martyred by greed.
Bloodstains on the captain's log!
