O' ye captain of mine,
in my quarters we dine;
tell tales of a journey once spent.
Life on sea across more than me;
to the ends of the Earth we sail.
The stars guide us without a fuss
through the uncharted sea.
To a land of youth of many uncouth,
to a battle of bloodshed wage.
O' ye captain of mine,
of the 'Vast Divine'
rotted many years till now.
The wars once fought and gold once sought,
laughter of the forgotten crew.
The songs we sang with our devilish slang,
bottles of rum in hand.
The joys of blasphemy as we sailed the sea
into the sun cast reflection.
Mysteries untold of a journey behold,
the stories of forever youth.
A fountain of gold where the stories were told,
a journey of death it was.
The blood rage, inferno engage,
corpses taint the sea.
Sounds of cannons blasting, soon everlasting,
fills the salty air with greed.
The treasures once sought claims those who fought,
and yours as well, O' captain of mine.
Tonight I dine in my quarters alone,
to forever cherish your stories our own.