It’s stormy weather
And the ship is rolling on the waves.
Rally, my crew, and listen to this:
This is your captain speaking.
If I could change anything.
Don’t you think things would be different?
Believe that, if nothing else.
I know you can’t believe in me.
It’s a sorry state that’s come to pass.
Hope be damned, I know my place.
Ahoy there! Hoist the Jolly Roger!
We are the worst brand of Pirates.
We steal hopes and dreams
And instill a wrenching terror.
We take no prisoners.
The sun will not shed on us a glitter or a gleam.
This damn crew is ill trained and weak.
Always on the edge of mutiny
Always rolling in defeat.
Hold fast, my crew, hold fast.
There’s battles we must engage
Back off, you fools, back off
I’ll take you all by sword!
Hold fast, my crew there’s rough seas ahead
And the ship will sink if the captain is dead.
I wish I could change the past.
It’s all I can think about.
Somethings are meant to die, I guess.
I raided your ship brutally
I thought I’d end up rich;
Now I pay the price instead.
All the merchants avoid my ship
And the wind fills not my sail
Maybe you’ll have eto accept me the way I am
Maybe we’ll never rendezvous again
Maybe you’ll hear me this last time.
I’m sorry, my friend I’m sorry
I’m lsot and death is eager to reach for the shroud
But steadfast my crew, stead fast
We’ll sail this ship regardless
And we’ll reach some sory of destination
Destination unknown, destination none the less.
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