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 devil'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 Oh, 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 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 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