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.
When I come back from a mighty quest. I have no need for sleep or rest. I head to a tavern for a drink. And get so drunk I cannot think. A wench by my side and a jug of mead.
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.
It's 3 years to the very day. Since a pirate captain said to me. Hey lad come join our crew. Adventure and glory waits for you!. . I took his words as gold.
A dreaded curse - Is spoken of. By all men of the sea - An ancient tale. Of pirate's woe - And sailor's tragedy. . A map was drawn - By grizzled men. Forgotten years ago - A chest of glory.
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.
Theres nothing more that a pirate loves best. Than coming across a magnificent chest. But digging a hole's just the start of the task. The real quest is getting inside of the cask.
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.
I know of a tavern not far from here. Where you can get some mighty fine beer. The company's true and the wenches are pretty. It's the greatest damn place in the whole of the city.
I got a hangover. I've been drinking too much for sure. I got a hangover. I got an empty cup, pour me some more. So I can go until they close up. And I can drink until I throw up.
My friends I stand before you. To tell a truth most dire. They lust a traitor in our midst. Who haven't vote the captain's ire. . He don't deserve no mercy.
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.
Oy you give me some beer!. . Piracy's a crime and crime doesn't pay. And we go home poor at the end of the day. But I'd rather live my life in rags. Than be taped to a desk with a wife as a hag.