In the old days, we did burn kings
no noble was safe from our kind
our society of never ever
no chains unbroken

We dance to the death of others
broken swords are everywhere
we the last of our kind
do repair and prepare many

We recycle the dead ones
make ready to feast
blackhearted and cherry
and our own most mighty

With lips covered with blood
we fight with impetuous might
death is just a word to us
best just fall on your sword then face our death

We hate forever
fleet proud and mighty
watch our warships move in
to take you out with your lies and sins


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris