STORMS

In the mighty thunders roar,

You hear the growling voice of Thor,

The rain which, relentlessly, falls,

Are the tears of a billion lost  souls,

The Gods are drunk and insane,

The wheel turns again and again. 

Skulls and Sails.

Gold is in the sunsets, 

And lies we tell in darkness, 

Blood and surf are well met,

Like mates we haven't slain yet,

Sails and skulls are white,

And rum at dawn's alright 

When sun's burning down,

So hot you'd rather drown, 

Tavern girls and stolen gold,

Fade so pale like ivory, 

Pirate lives soon run cold, 

But they live on in infamy.