each aching slave will see the pirate
slain
from recollection of that stinking
hold
don't name revenge that last easing
of pain
so many fools who will not see things
plain
nor taste of patience that has been
served cold
each aching slave will see the pirate
slain
year upon year each one piles up the
pain
the lone reward is simply growing old
don't name revenge that last easing
of pain
a form of passion made to entertain
the ones whose enterprise was
manifold
each aching slave will see the pirate
slain
but silence will not fill this place
again
now that the fallen have at last
turned bold
don't name revenge that last easing
of pain
all that we are all that our hearts
contain
cannot we now declare be bought or
sold
each aching slave will see the pirate
slain
don't name revenge that last easing
of pain