Skull And Bones

The thought goes to the Spanish gold, it makes a man
So brash and bold.

The sea is quiet we are waiting for another prey
To hunt again.

Skull and bones
The armed hand of the delvil’s son
In the blue sea.

Raise the flag
The jolly roger up to the sky
The time is right.

Skull and bones On the horizon
It’s black like pitch and Black like death.

No escape surrender or fight
And fear is the feeling that rages in their eyes.

Oh oh we are the black flag
Oh oh the curse to the end
Oh oh we are the black flag
Oh oh a tale that you can tell.

Skull and bones On the horizon
It’s black like pitch and Black like death.

No escape surrender or fight
And fear is the feeling that rages in their eyes.

Oh oh we are the black flag
Oh oh the curse to the end
Oh oh we are the black flag
Oh oh a tale that you can tell.