I've got a leg, it's made out of wood. I bought it in a tavern from a gnarly old dude. When I got shot to pieces by a cannon ball. It cut me down to size, I used to be quite tall.
There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way. Where you can get drunk any time of the day. The landlord's a bastard, the barmaid's a whore. But give them no shit or you're straight out the door.
The time for execution, a harrowing display. For treachery upon the seas has taken place this day. Your final hour has begun,. We've all agreed your end has come.
Inside of aeons from chaotic spires. A shell of frozen time. Where beats the silent ocean. Of shadows turned sublime. Forces of inspiring luminescence.
I come to you from another time. With a message that everyone must die. At the hand of undead squids from space. They'll crush your skull and smash your face.
Many a year I have worked in these parts. Running this inn that ain't marked on no charts. Though its location to many is known. If you're to find it you have to be shown.
For many a-year we have travelled the seas. Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!. Stories of treasure and great undead foes. Just a day in the life of a man that I know.
Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man,. I once had the heart of a lion.. Commanding my ship, between many a shore,. The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin'..
I know a place at the edge of the land. Where the grass runs out and turns into sand. I know a place where a man can't stand. Cos a man can't walk in the sea.
Under the sea, there's a colony of bees. And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead. If you try to steal from his apiary sealed. With magic spells at the gate to hell.
The snow fell hard on a frozen sea. As the night swarmed all around. With no moon to guide or passage north. This corpse of mine may never be found. .
Go the cold moonlight reflecting off your blade. So many centuries spent waiting for this day. Ride across the seas beneath a blackened sail. Know that a painful death awaits us if we fail.
Sailing the raging seas. To distant lands unknown. Porto Bello fell in a day. Now Britannia rules the waves. Thirty thousand men at arms. Red Ensign in the sky.
Captain, there be vikings off the starboard bow!. Attack!. . 'Twas off some Caribbean shore. While on an epic quest. We came across a strange device!.