Let's shoot, steal, eat, assault, and kill!
Have fun and live, have fun and die.
As we're drowned in joy, pleasure, and happiness, as we're screaming, begging for more, aye, let's struggle and die!
There's no need to mourn the dead and repent for our sins.
We're pirates, and we're destined for Davy Jones' Locker.
So what's there to worry?
Ahoy, let's set sail with our beloved ship, and get killed with a smile on our faces!
Shoot, steal, devour, commit crimes, and kill.
Live and die enjoyably.
And then, while you immerse yourself in happiness, joy, and pleasure,
scream that even so, you still need more, more.
And as you scream, struggle violently and die.
There wasn't any need to mourn the dead. Repenting for murder was just as pointless.
I mean, we were pirates. The fact we were gonna go to hell was decided the moment we were born.
Okay, let's see if you can give me and my lovely ship a happy death!