Pirates - Derelict

Land ho!

Cast out the anchor and draw in the sails

A new land is ripe for the sword

Powder the muskets and sharpen the blades

Bring forth the cannons for war

Onward riches!

Onward glory!

Forward to the shore

To the battle ye cullies, there’s more to be won

Than either our mortal souls

Awake my brethren the demons are here

Sound out the battle horns

Arm yourself now with your axe and your shield

These devils will not take our homes

Onward homeland!

Onward glory!

Forward to the war

To the battle ye cullies, there’s more to be won

Than either our mortal souls

Who are these heathens who fight like the wind

Killing with hearts of steel?

I fear that our reach has exceeded our grasp

The barbarians are hot on our heels

We drive the demons back

Victory is ours

Land Ho!

Bring in the anchor and cast out the sails

New lands are ripe for the sword

For goddess and homeland we ride on the wind

Go forth with the glory of Thor