The Buccaneers' Lament

Vengeance is a sweet word given to the one who’s been stolen the purpose of his life
Wounded chest and stolen heart as she said “open up your heart” through the apple of my eye
Killed and destroyed, all that was left of my sanity went swallowed by the deeps of the ocean
Death drinks up to me as the lament flows its way out of my rotten flesh

Au-delà de l’eau qui dort
La mort nous écorche et nous tord
Chantons tous pour rester forts
Buvons à notre triste sort

Open up your heart
‘Cause we are here for you
Raise your glasses high
And drink up to death
Listen to my voice
And follow the ocean
I will be your guide
Through your eternal journey

Why not stand up high and fight for what we believe in before it’s taken away?
Vengeance is what is needed for the dead corpse of my happiness lying unto the darkness
Shall we not take the blame for them who caused all this sadness and avenge what was dear
Men, women and children, raise your glasses high and drink to our misfortune