A
Go
A# storm is coming
[?]
Am
Die
There's no escaping
Am
We're all anticipating smashing your brains and eyes
Am
Firing the cannons and raising the flags
Am
This is the piratical way
Am
Under the sign of the storm of ale
Am
Soon with your lives you will pay
Am Gm
We're losing our minds
Fm Gm
Into the battle and drink what we find
[Chorus] (x2)
Am C
Rum, beer, quests, and mead
Gm Fm
These are things that a pirate needs
Am C
Raise the flag, and let's set sail
Gm Fm
Under the sign of the storm of ale
Am
Rum, the finest potion
Am
It gives me quite the notion
Am
To vomit over your face
Am
Beer, so cold as ice
This [?] will suffice
Am
Drinking through nights and through days
Am
Quest, this is the meaning of life
Am
The voyage into the unknown
Am
A# tankard of mead, is all that I need
Am
To enter the partying zone
Am Gm
We're out of control
Fm Gm
Escape from your [?], the depth of your soul
[Chorus] (x2)
Am C
Rum, beer, quests, and mead
Gm Fm
These are things that a pirate needs
Am C
Raise the flag, and let's set sail
Gm Fm
Under the sign of the storm of ale
Am Gm
We're losing our minds
Fm Gm
Into the battle and drink what we find
Am Gm
No, there's no turning back
Fm Gm
Ready for battle, it's time to attack
[Chorus] (x2)
Am C
Rum, beer, quests, and mead
Gm Fm
These are things that a pirate needs
Am C
Raise the flag, and let's set sail
Gm Fm
Under the sign of the storm of ale