Riding the waves of the sea
a female in a killing spree
crossbones flag waves on the mast
sailors know they have to leave fast
the queen of the ocean, mistress of the islands
cold beer and a bloody sword on her delicate hands
a she-wolf of salty waters, danger and beauty
ready for a fight, to cruise for some booty
dark is her skin, brown her hair and eyes
a fire burns in her veins mixed with blood like ice
from Port Royal to Tortuga Bay
shores and islands are her prey
she is the princess of death on a ship
she slides on waters, she comes to reap
we are her crew, follow her to the end
we fight for her until all of us are dead
she is a worthy bride of Jolly Roger
no man shall ever conquer her
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