[Lyric] Old Salt (Graywitch)

Poor young lads from forgotten lands
No place to be and no place to thrive
Abandoned, an intruder to a life that’s never meant to be
Join the cursed crew or else be prepared to feed the fish
By the god of wind and by gods of ale
We’ll plunder on sea and we’ll storm the land
Stand and rise of the full black jack
Never walk the plank, hail the old salt
Here come the oaths of stanch and blood
He to betray is the one to hang
Avast yе, a black spot, fetch and hold the cutlass on your hand
The timе draws near, run to the battle or become the next shark’s bait
By the god of wind and by gods of ale
We’ll plunder on sea and we’ll storm the land
Stand and rise of the full black jack
Never walk the plank, hail the old salt