Far from the mountains Beyond the desolate plains Across the great ocean Into the arcane A festering harbor Lies far to the east At the mouth of the river That winds through the deep We arrive in the shanty With the force of a storm We raid and we pillage We torture and burn We slaughter the townsfolk They're butchered for meat For the grueling journey ahead We'll need plenty to eat Load up the ships Stockpile the rum Into the heart of darkness We run Set Sail from the docks Smoke fills the sky Onwards towards untold evil We fly