All our blood reaches boiling 
As the war songs are sung 
As the sailors are toiling 
Hatred drips from our tongues 
The enemy’s vessel 
Comes into our sight 
We know we shall drink to their bloodshed 
In our galley tonight 
This is our prayer to the spirits of war 
Grant us the strength that you’ve granted before 
This is our prayer to the spirits of war 
If bravery strengthens our enemy’s hearts, may the power of 
Our bloodlust strengthen us more 
There shall be no quarter 
To the man who will stand as our foe 
His life will be forfeit 
To our merciless blows 
There shall be no quarter 
And there’s nothing that you can do 
But fall to your knees as we 
Cut to the heart of you 
In the smoke and the mayhem 
We are rulers of all that we see 
Monarchs of warfare 
Commanding our subjects to bleed 
They fall down before us 
Their humility spilled on the deck 
And they smile at their masters 
Through the grins we have carved in their necks