| Song | Surf Squid Warfare |
| Artist | Alestorm |
| Album | Sunset on the Golden Age (Limited Edition) |
| I come to you from another time | |
| With a message that everyone must die | |
| At the hand of undead squids from space | |
| They‘ll crush your skull and smash your face | |
| We saved the past from vikings | |
| Now the future is unclear | |
| We must travel through time again | |
| And save the world with beer | |
| We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
| Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot | |
| With pirate powered murder skills | |
| The future‘s where we get our thrills | |
| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
| We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
| From the past we have returned | |
| We‘re here to make those bastards burn tonight | |
| Fueled by rum and lust to kill | |
| We have the power and the will to fight | |
| Hey Marty, it‘s your kids | |
| They get devoured by undead squids | |
| Lest the world be torn asunder | |
| To the future we must plunder! | |
| We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
| Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot | |
| With pirate powered murder skills | |
| The future‘s where we get our thrills | |
| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
| We‘re class! You‘re not! |
| I come to you from another time | |
| With a message that everyone must die | |
| At the hand of undead squids from space | |
| They' ll crush your skull and smash your face | |
| We saved the past from vikings | |
| Now the future is unclear | |
| We must travel through time again | |
| And save the world with beer | |
| We' re class! You' re not! | |
| Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
| With pirate powered murder skills | |
| The future' s where we get our thrills | |
| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
| We' re class! You' re not! | |
| From the past we have returned | |
| We' re here to make those bastards burn tonight | |
| Fueled by rum and lust to kill | |
| We have the power and the will to fight | |
| Hey Marty, it' s your kids | |
| They get devoured by undead squids | |
| Lest the world be torn asunder | |
| To the future we must plunder! | |
| We' re class! You' re not! | |
| Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
| With pirate powered murder skills | |
| The future' s where we get our thrills | |
| A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
| And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
| We' re class! You' re not! |