Brennus, Curse of the Black Tide

Oh gather round, ye scurvy dogs, and hear the tale I spin, Of Brennus bold, the bulldog brute, with iron in his grin. One peg leg thumps the weathered deck, one eye beneath a patch, And any fool who crossed his wake soon felt the fatal scratch. (Chorus) Yo-ho, Brennus, fierce and free, Terror of the briny sea! Snarling jaws and heart of flame, All the coasts still dread his name! From Dover cliffs to Spanish Main, his black sails cut the sky, A growling grin, a thunderous bark — and doom came sailing nigh. No mercy shown to any foe, no quarter did he give, Yet every man who sailed with him would gladly die to live. (Chorus) Yo-ho, Brennus, iron-souled, Hunter cold and glory-bold! Peg leg poundin’, cannons roar, Leave ‘em broken on the floor! He’d board a ship with flashin’ teeth, a storm in fur and bone, And leave the deck in bloody splinters, every soul overthrown. But when the powder smoke had cleared and moonlight kissed the bay, His charm would melt the hardest hearts and steal the night away. The harbor lamps would flicker low as Brennus strolled ashore, A rogue with tales and swagger grand, and laughter like a roar. With velvet growl and roguish glance, he’d win each willing heart, A pirate king with rugged charm no rival could outsmart. (Chorus) Yo-ho, Brennus, wild and sly, With a gleam in his single eye! Cruel at sea, but smooth on land, Every port knew Brennus’ hand! So raise your mugs to Brennus bold, let legends onward roll, Through salty gales and crashing waves that echo in the soul. A peg-leg beat, a mighty bark, a name none dare ignore — The English bulldog pirate king who rules forevermore!