Yo, listen up, you pesky seagull on my deck
I'm Admiral Teach, the bard, and I'm here to wreck
My guitar riffs spark like lightning at sea
My mockery's so vicious, it's got a body count, you'll see
Captain of chaos, master of the seas
My crew of bones dance to my melodies
Self-made captain, the seas bend to my will
My bardic inspiration hones the whole crew's skill
We rule these waters with iron and song
Teach and his crew, where we sail, we belong
Skeleton sailors, treasure in our hold
My bardic inspiration hones the whole crew's skill
We rule these waters with iron and song
Teach and his crew, where we sail, we belong
Skeleton sailors, treasure in our hold
Cross us, little bird, and you'll never grow old
Next up is Cake, our cleric of storms
Sacrificing fools is just one of his norms
Hurricane god demands tribute in blood
Your feathers might do to appease the flood
Aztec zealot in a pirate's rough trade
Morals as flexible as the deals we've made
He'd sacrifice his own kin for a favorable wind
Your bones for our necromancy, feathered fiend
We've sunk submarines, slain devils with glee
Megalodon's teeth? Just trophies to me
Pirate Council knows we're not to be crossed
Mess with us and you'll end up lost
Titus, half-orc, silent as the deep
His scimitars sing foes to eternal sleep
His rage makes the sea itself step back
Against Titus, you're just a flying snack
He's wrestled krakens and walked away whole
Your bravado against him is a joke, you droll
Goes with the flow till it's time to brawl
Then he'll make giants and birds look small
We rule these waters with iron and song
Teach and his crew, where we sail, we belong
Skeleton sailors, treasure in our hold
Cross us, little bird, and you'll never grow old
Chaser's our wildcard, elf of the sea
Sword-singer, wizard, dressed flamboyantly
His clothes are loud, his magic's brighter
Dazzling and deadly, there's no fiercer fighter
His spells astound, his blade work is sleek
Your dull grey feathers can't compete with his peak
Outrageous stunts are his claim to fame
Next to Chaser, you're just mundane
So seagull, you've heard the tales of our crew
We're not here for mercy, that much is true
We're not heroes, we're here for the gold
Fly off now, or sleep in Davy Jones' hold!
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