Queen of the sea

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