| Rocktopus |
This one was for rabble-rousing purposes in the game:
Have you high-hearted salts heard the cold-blooded cackles
And the crash of the lash as it slashes your back?
I know that you have from the scars 'round your wrists,
The birthmark of us born in Shackles.
Were you ever impressed by that rawhide caress
Or did you think of the chink in your clink-clanking chains?
Pirate blood dripped from the nine-tailed whip,
A pirate soul's promise, a pirate's sole promise
That no chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!
No chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!
Who were you before you found saltwater's berth?
Who here cares? We're the rarest of fair-minded folk:
Can you fight? Can you sing? Can you live free and wild?
Then you're ours, and that's all, for all that it's worth,
And it's all that it's worth,
Row for all that you're worth
'Gainst the tides and the reefs and the devils' deep sea
And let fools try to rule us, we jewels of brine!
We sail no wind but our own! We follow no course but our own!
Treat us like something you own and you'll see
That no chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!
No chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!
When the devils breathe doubt, promise gold to re-bind you,
Show the brag of our flags to those nagging sea-lice.
They won't be the first to make mortal mistakes
And a curt cutlass blow will serve to remind you
That try all you might with your carrion kiss,
There's not one true-blue's son will be won back to you.
Our king is the hurricane, queen the dread vortex,
Who've no natural taste for a boot on the neck
And only this binds us, pirate spirits are free!
The proof? Lords and swabs, pirates all, raise your wrists!
No chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!
No chain's been ever made that can hold the likes of me!