Riding the tempests of glory
The vessel is gliding along
Pounding the waves
Majestically, proudly and strong
flag flutters on the horizon
The plunder ready-to-hand
The gunners are ready to fire [bad word] 
Pounding the sea, like a storm
Wild and free
Obeying our call, fast and raw

The air sparks thunder and lightning
Their bellies are shivered with fear
We showered their cold hearted souls
With sarcastic sneers
Our cohorts are ready for seizing
The skull and the crossbones fly high
We're taking over your vessel
Whatever you try

Pounding the sea, like a storm
Wild and free
Obeying our call, fast and raw

Lead or gold, we're daring our fate
On the wings of the sea
Lead or gold, cursing all the conformists
Who'll never be free

Guns spitting iron and fire
Acid smoke clouding the air
Ripping the planks
Feeding the flame of despair
Hoisting the flag of surrender
Delivering their silver and gold
generous gift to the poor
For the brothers they sold

Pounding the sea, like a storm
Wild and free
Obeying our call, fast and raw

Lead or gold, we're daring our fate
On the wings of the sea
Lead or gold, cursing all the conformists
Who'll never be free