Hiding in the jungle in the dregs of night.
Steel blades glinting in the pre-dawn light.
Citizens all lying innocent in bed,
With all the garrison guards lying dead.
The signals given that all is clear.
Our ships come round full of bold buccaneers.
We fire a volley to the heart of the town,
We’ll own Panama before the sun goes down.
When word went up we answered the call
Heartless bastards one and all
There is no safe place in the lands of Spain
We’ll take the ships and we’ll own the main.
We are the ones that they fear the most
The Brotherhood, Brotherhood, Brotherhood of the Coast.
Flintlocks loaded, daggers in our teeth
Blood glistens bright red on the dirty street.
To fire and death the whole town awoke,
Ears ringing from the blasts, eyes burn with smoke
We stormed into the town like God’s own wrath
And rounded up those people for a fine bloodbath
Then in the church we locked one and all
And turned to the town to make a great haul.
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We sacked that town for thirty-six days.
When the Brotherhood visits, everyone pays.
We took all their gold and their gems and their cash
And tortured the locals for their pers’nal stash.
As we left that town ‘twas a beautiful sight:
Hundreds of dead with barely a fight.
To make sure the Spanish remembered our name
We lit up that church and we left as we came.
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As we left the harbor and sailed for the blue,
A great southbound galleon came into our view
That old Spanish flag made our pirate blood boil
And we swore they never would reach Spanish soil.
Their treasure was tempting, but we didn’t try,
We just fired our guns and laughed as they died.
Our thirty-two ships they could carry no more,
We buggered those Spaniards on sea and on shore.
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 Keeeegs · Mon Jul 17, 2006 @ 08:02am · 0 Comments |
