Poke out your eyes lad, pour lead in your ears. Those sails portend madness, dark horror and fear. Abandon your lasses, your ship and your gold. Blood on the water, Velehk this way comes. A noose from the rigging, a plank from the boards. Do yourself in, don't try at crossing swords. Mercy's not a shipmate among that heartless horde. Blood on the water, the Pirate King comes. Stout Empire Galleon or Swift Elven Skiff. They everyone one splinter and just as soon sink. But only after crew and captain have their fun. Blood on the water, your days are done.