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 damnation 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!