Riding the tempests of glory The vessel is gliding along Pounding the waves, majestically A flag flutters on the horizon The plunder ready-to-hand The gunners are ready to fire
Pounding the sea, like a storm Obeying our call, fast and raw
The air sparks thunder and lightning Their bellies are shivered with fear We showered their cold hearted souls Our cohorts are for seizing The skull and the crossbones fly high We're talking over your vessel
Pounding the sea, like a storm Obeying our call, fast and raw
Lead or gold, we're daring our fate Lead or gold, cursing all the
Guns spitting iron and fire Acid smoke clouding the air Feeding the flame of despair Hoisting the flag of surrender Delivering their silver and gold A generous gift to the poor For the brothers they sold
Pounding the sea, like a storm Obeying our call, fast and raw
Lead or gold, we're daring our fate Lead or gold, cursing all the