Volture Brethren Of The Coast
A love of looting ships
And a lust for slitting throats
Hate for authority
The Brethren of the Coast
Keep your conduct to the code
May the wind be in your sails
Hold your oaths or lose a tongue
Dead men tell no tales
Cast your lots together
Burn a thousand boats
Hoist the black flag higher
The Brethren of the Coast
They pillage and they plunder
The riches of the water
Stain the seas with blood
Brothers of the sea
Deal in treachery
Sail into the night
Fortunes shining bright
Keep your rudder firm
And stay the course
Bring them in range
And then enforce
The mighty blast of cannon
With smoke of blunderbuss
Fear not the endless volley
Of lead shot past your body
Fight like men of salt
Take the cutlass to their throat
Seize the ship and burn it
Or add her to the fleet
The Brethren of the coast
Death before defeat!
Brothers of the sea
Deal in treachery
Sail into the night
Fortunes shining bright
