Bow your head In the sea of red There are stories to be told As the years go by All the memories unfold Now look and listen as you walk around And you'll hear voices on the wind Those lonely whispers from this hallowed ground

There are no more tales to be told! No more stories from battles of old! Now it seems our journey has come to an end! We are scraping the barrel my friend! For many a-year we have travelled the seas Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!