Our Colors Black

I was a man with nothing left to lose but my own life
But what's a life to lose when it's as hollow as their lies
The British crown comissioned me to fight their pointless war
But fighting wasn't quite enough, I wanted something more.

After weeks of battle on the seas of blazing burning hell,
We fought the evil Spaniards and the dirty Dutch as well.
So naturally I requested to become a privateer,
And as my wish was granted, I with black intent could steer.

Out to sea!
To sink the ships of royalty!
Load them guns,
Hate against the world!
To sea!
Follow up on destiny!
Time has come
Hoist our colors black!

Little did the British know, I obtained identity,
I became what I was meant to be in the trade of piracy,
And soon I had a letter of marque from every royal crown,
We plundered towns and looted gold from every ship around!
A Golden Age of riches and gains, no one the wiser were,
To busy fighting each and one, to blind to see their cur.
The rise of mighty pirates, no quarter we would give,
And as we saw another ship, together we would sing:

Out to sea!
To sink the ships of royalty!
Load them guns,
With hate against the world!
Out to sea!
To follow up on destiny!
The time has come
To hoist our colors black!

Then one night we came upon a British Man'o'War,
They hailed us in to speak to us on behalf of Port Royal.
The Governor was eager to a share of gold lay claim,
A hefty share of NINE TENTHS, to the British Royal reign.

Outraged by these boldus frankly non-negotiable terms,
I cut him up, his gut ran out, like an open can of worms.
Their men were shocked and baffled, yes we took them by surprise,
The greedness of the king would be his grandest ship's demise!

Though all the things of good comes to an end some day
Men of fortune surely live the jolly way
The life at sea will be the last we know
Men of fortune show that life is more than gold

Edward Teach,
Jean Lafitte,
Stede Bonnet,
Calico Jack
Skull and bones.
For each his own.
Hoist the colors.
Our colors black.