Heave-ho as the high winds blow, then bless it to be as the community flees for thou will be damned by the bloodthirstiness in man.
Oh glorious ferocious beast ill-gotten feast, this mayhem on the mainland, better death by thy own hand.
Now lashed by this lawlessness in the legacy of ruthless riches, while the weak lay terrorized itching from their stitches.
Hostile marauders as cannon ball fire gets hotter, those who explore the exploit of evil, the onslaught of greed that predates the medieval.