Fallen into the hands
Of the enemies
On the way to treasure
Condemned we are
Drink and the devil
Had done for the rest
Maroon all the traitors
And never return again
'Fetch aft the rum!'
Captain Flint´s last words
The ambush awaits
Run for your souls
Drink and the devil
Had done for the rest
Maroon all the traitors
And never return again
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Curse the island my friend,
Lust for gold will be the end
Down on this treachery march we go