THE BLACK MARK

The wooden deck is rolling slow. We drink the rum before we go. Yo-ho. Dirty rum. The captain holds the blackest mark. Our sails are moving in the dark. Deep in the dark. The wooden barrels give the beat. The ancient floor beneath our feet. The ocean calls. It loudly calls. My sea, my sea, so wild and deep. Dangerous secrets that we keep. The pirate's shadow is so short. We search the gold in every port. The golden, shiny chest is near. A pirate crew has got no fear. No fear. Look ahead. The rusty cutlass in the hand. We say goodbye to sunny land. Far From the land. The music plays a wicked tune. Beneath the heavy, lonely moon. The ocean calls. It loudly calls. My sea, my sea, so wild and deep. Dangerous secrets that we keep. The pirate's shadow is so short. We search the gold in every port. The morning fog is on the bay. We take the prize and sail away. Away. Fly away. The anchor drops into the sand. The richest bastards in the land. We have the gold. The rhythm plays so clean and long. We finish up our secret song. The ocean calls. It loudly calls. My sea, my sea, so wild and deep. Dangerous secrets that we keep. The pirate's shadow is so short. We search the gold in every port.