The Butcher’s Wake

Verse 1)
The merchant begged for mercy so I slit his lying throat,
I watched his crimson life-blood stain the deck of his own boat.
We stripped the gold and finery, we burned the hull to black,
And left the screaming survivors with the sharks upon their back.
(Chorus)
Fifteen souls on the dead man’s chest,
Drink and the devil finished the rest!
We’ve got no God and we’ve got no home,
Just a trail of bone in the bloody foam!
(Verse 2)
My quartermaster crossed me so I fed him to the tide,
I laughed to hear him coughing as the salt-water reached his inside.
There’s no honor in the brotherhood, there’s only lead and steel,
And the man who blinks or falters is the man beneath the keel.
(Chorus)
Fifteen souls on the dead man’s chest,
Drink and the devil finished the rest!
We’ve got no God and we’ve got no home,
Just a trail of bone in the bloody foam!
(Verse 3)
We took a prize off Tortuga with a cargo full of gin,
I pistol-whipped the cabin boy for showing me a grin.
We’ll hang the cook by sunset just to hear the bugger swing,
For the only song we value is the rattle of the ring!
(Chorus)
Fifteen souls on the dead man’s chest,
Drink and the devil finished the rest!
We’ve got no God and we’ve got no home,
Just a trail of bone in the bloody foam!
(Outro)
So pour the grog and light the fuse and let the cannon roar,
There’s nothing left but rotting meat upon a nameless shore.
I’ll go on land and find a whore, to fuck the night away,
I’ll do my deed, and when we’re through I’ll make off with my pay!

Ominous a cappella, rattling chains, deep bass echoes, haunting group chant, rhythmic wood thumps, dark minor key