Infertile our wind-scarred lands
Salt-stained the jagged peaks
Barren whole, unflourishing greens
Bounded by poisonous seas
Set sail on a rising tide of need
Riding waves to fulfil our greed
Seafarers blessed by a profane water god
Destructive currents washing ashore
We take all
We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap
Defenseless their wealthy abodes
Spare none, a feast for crows
Bloody the soil in a storm of swords
Taking everything leaves us wanting more
Set sail for the rise of your demise
Riding waves under bleeding skies
Seafarers blessed by a profane water god
Destructive currents washing ashore
We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap
We take all
We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap
Ravaging homes
Lay waste to your dreams
Discarding souls
Sunk in the deep