Raise the Black

When I was just a powder lad, me captain warned me sore.

Raise the black, let the cannons roar. If I feared the thunder's

call, I'd never touch the shore. Raise the black, let the cannons

roar. Raise the black, for the plunder and the glory. Raise the black,

let the cannons roar. Raise the black, every sail tells a story.

Raise the black, let the cannons roar. Fort Primi once stood proud before

our fleet came sweeping. We lit the sky with basilisk fire,

the walls were not worth keeping. Saint Anne's forge glows red at dusk,