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Shores of the Caribbean
will never be safe again
The Dutch, French and English unite
Ready to kill for gain
Hear the sound of the crashing sea
Fear the smouldering canons
Buccaneers are proud to lead attacks
on the Spanish galleons
Buccaneers, buccaneers
The ocean we ride
Buccaneers, buccaneers
The sea is our home
Look at our vessel
Our reason to live
On the verge of losing all
Above the waves she stands tall
Jolly Rogers with deathlike faces
Grimacing in the wind
They hit and run without a trace
Tear the flag with the wicked grin
Camaraderie a rare trait
Cursing one another for extra bait
Black markings, a sign of death
Spitting on the grave of the last one left
We are the ones that mastered the oceans
We are the ones that rule the seas
Never surrender and always fight on
We are the ones that charge at dawn