Ah! Ha! Oh! Ho! Sail! Run! Fight! Through the dark and stormy night! Gold! Blood! Fear! Let the roaring drums draw near! Wind in the sails...Creak of the wood... Nowhere to run...Do what we should! Ho! Rise from the foam! This salt is our grave, And the ship is our home! Chop at the reach! Hack at the bone! We take back the night ,We stand and we groan! The Call Let the tentacles thrash! Let the timber wood crash! We strike like the hammer, We leave them to ash! Pull on the oar! Draw out the blade! No fear in the dark By the storm we are made! Leader: Wind at our back and a grin on our face! Crew: HEAVE! HO! RIDE THE TIDE! Leader: From a foolish dream to a royal place! Crew: HEAVE! HO! RIDE THE TIDE! Battered and bruised from the depths below, The black flag flies where the tempests blow! A crown of straw, or a crown of gold—We hail the king of the brave and bold! Leader: Who claims the throne of the rolling sea? Crew: THE PIRATE KING IS WHO IT'LL BE! Leader: Who makes the crashing waves bow low? Crew: THE PIRATE KING! HE RUNS THE SHOW!All Yo-ho! Raise the glass and let it swing!Bow down, bow down to the Pirate King!ARRR! Rise from the foam! This salt is our grave, And the ship is our home! Chop at the reach! Hack at the bone! We take back the night ,We stand and we groan! The Call Let the tentacles thrash! Let the timber wood crash! We strike like the hammer, We leave them to ash! Pull on the oar! Draw out the blade! No fear in the dark By the storm we are made!
