Guns fire so loud so true,
Bloody ground yet sky so blue,
Birds on wind plummet down,
People dead people drowned,
Fists of evil bearing through,
This is where I led my crew,
Up and down the hills of brine,
One by one they all died,
Agony pain my sorrow bares,
Blown to pieces the sea shares,
I prey to the gods to get me through,
For my only hope and luck was you,
Arms and legs no more to me,
Than stumps of blood and torment,
Fire burns behind my wounds,
A ship has blown,
My love is gone,
My bestowed heart has died!
