Pirates:
On ships as black as pitch we are a coastal snarl-
Every boat enraged, and rabid!
Every tooth engaged and savage!
On ships as fast as falcon screams in high ravines-
Every man a sharpened talon!
Veins that pulse with a virile toxin!
We sail for pride [bad word] #33;
Plunder culled from the sea we’re strewn in!

Queen Maude:
 [bad word] from black clouds, so death from my fleet! Loud and [bad word] peals of thunder, my foes blasted under the sea! Along ridge lines, in mist, heads on oak spines foretell doom to all who would cross into Maude’s mountain halls!

Pirates:
On ships as fell as rime and frost to the cold and lost-
Merchantmen we catch and strangle!
Laden galleons we entangle!
On ships as sharp as morning light to smoke-filled sight-
Every man a corsair-demon!
Eyes alight with mortal seething!
We sail for Maude, our Queen!
 [bad word] the seas for lands unseen!

Queen Maude:
My people have known war from highland to seashore! Our gods have abandoned their mad children’s land in dismay! Perdition is served in a flagon for heroes; their souls may unbend, sheltered in flame.