Neigh anchor, heist the sails. Cruisin' for booty on watery trails. No exploiter would see, we can still sail on. Our cannons fire till his ship goes down.
Evil souls and blackest hearts, lurking in the night. A darkened race, so mean and sly, they keep away from light. Ancient words tell dreadful tales about the other side.
Weigh anchor, hoist the sails. Cruisin' for booty on watery trails. No exploiter we see can still sail on. Our cannons fire till his ship goes down. .
No more eagles gonna ride the wind. Turning circles in the sky. Badlands growing and the bison's gone. Uaschitschun tell me why?. . Why'd you kill my creed.