Beneath the Black Flag Miracle of Sound

Out on the endless ocean
We tear along the gales
With rum inside our bellies warm
And freedom in our sails

A wayward bunch of scoundrels
Assassins, thieves and slaves
The rich and blue-bloods fear us when
We hunt upon the waves

And when you see it coming
That flag of baleful black
No point in turning tail there's no
Escaping our attack!

YO-HO!
YO-HO!
We row beneath the black flag
A rollickin' we go!
We own the sea and sky
YO-HO!
YO-HO!
We row beneath the black flag
A rollickin' we go!
We bleed the kingdoms dry!