Ready For Boarding

Back on the waves, the roger is law, no return in sight
A look from the masthead tall in the sky, leaving harbor lights
Master the ways of sabre and gun, there's only do or die
Your life is a gamble and gold is the price, fearless bloody ride

Ready for boarding with fire in eyes
Sailing on to war
Fast as a shark and bad to the bone
Let the thunder roar

Hunted by time and cutthroat alike, there's no time to waste
Hours of travelling, gone is the luck, can this be the end?
Finally something appear in the far, a vessel full of gold
The finger of death is pointing at you, be our slave or die!

Ready for boarding with fire in eyes
Sailing on to war
Fast as a shark and bad to the bone
Let the thunder roar

Back on the waves, the roger is law, no return in sight
The finger of death is pointing at you, be our slave or die!