Ember Sea - The Privateer

Driven by conclusiveness

A wreck emerges from the far

It’s burning red and danced

Around by flames and will

Take our foes to where we are

Ember sea, we grab for the horizon

And put the tyrants to the torch

And only the ashes on the water

Will be a token of what went forth

The sounding howls of our last

Stand will echo for decades from

Every wave.

The mourning friends

Might meet us soon again

In the spoken legends of the brave

Ember sea, we grab for the horizon

And put the tyrants to the torch

And only the ashes on the water

Will be a token of what went forth