The Sky Pirates of Shaphood-Dun

Spy, fly, ruin and death,
Slay and flay till your last breath,
Soaring over blasted heath,
From mountain steppes to lowest clef

Loaded guns and grapples ready,
Spirits tempered, aim is steady
From the rum our minds are heady
Broadside shot discharged already

See them fly! The merchant scum
The convoy routed, on the run
Now can begin the real fun
To hunt them all down one by one

Balloons are punctured, engines failing
Men are screaming, decks are flaming
Shrapnel flying, killing, maiming,
Less than half of them remaining

Now with swords and pistols drawn
We swarm across, their deaths are borne
Upon our oaths, our awful scorn,
We’ll make them wish to be unborn

Against the deck their rich blood splatters,
Bones are broken, dead flesh smatters
Heads and torsos ripped to tatters
Victory is all that matters

Some may say we’re criminal,
Our vice and sins, all cardinal
Our actions oh-so horrible
Our honour, though, is palpable

Our way of life is vengeance-driven
Damned by Trellan, then imprisoned,
Breaking free, we have arisen
Fleeing south to their derision

Shaphood-Dun, our newfound lands,
From here we fly marauding bands
To take back from treacherous hands
Our stolen wealth, by birthright stands

Not just gold, but also honour,
Freedom from the untold horror
Subjugation, ill dishonour
Trellan forces Diaspora

Now you’ve heard our wild tale
Bullets flying, bodies nail
Trellan spirit, dampened, pale
We are sure we shall not fail.