Captain Blackbones Vs. Marty the Twisting Kiloclops
There was a black ship with blacker sails
Made of the roughest wood and the toughest nails
Every couple hundred years or so the black flag will fly and the crew will go
"The devils crew is what we be
Doomed to sail the 7 seas
You cannot drown what does not breathe
Earthly souls be what we thieve"
Across the sea a fog appeared but the skeletons they felt no fear
Up from the depths a beast arose with a thousand eyes screaming "What are those?"
The skeletons with rusty blades gazed upon the beast unphased
And hacked at tentacles that gripped and tried to sink the mighty ship
Suddenly the Captain woke with joint in hand he took a toke
Lightning strikes and thunder crashed and then the captain spoke
YOUR DOOM HAS COME
Hoist the mast
Cannons blast
Give your last
Bust your ass
The monster was a kiloclops, thirsty for some ghostly hops
A brew to quell the beast within and satisfy his need to sin
The pirate ship the beast was told, had many gallons in its hold
But but by the firey end of battle, he was slaughtered just like cattle
Upon the deck the pirates dance and echoed out unholy chants
From Africa to Barbados, all they meet become a ghost
Within the holds are shrunken heads and spectral ales in ancient kegs
No need for gold in the other realm, on this ship death has the helm
Made of the roughest wood and the toughest nails
Every couple hundred years or so the black flag will fly and the crew will go
"The devils crew is what we be
Doomed to sail the 7 seas
You cannot drown what does not breathe
Earthly souls be what we thieve"
Across the sea a fog appeared but the skeletons they felt no fear
Up from the depths a beast arose with a thousand eyes screaming "What are those?"
The skeletons with rusty blades gazed upon the beast unphased
And hacked at tentacles that gripped and tried to sink the mighty ship
Suddenly the Captain woke with joint in hand he took a toke
Lightning strikes and thunder crashed and then the captain spoke
YOUR DOOM HAS COME
Hoist the mast
Cannons blast
Give your last
Bust your ass
The monster was a kiloclops, thirsty for some ghostly hops
A brew to quell the beast within and satisfy his need to sin
The pirate ship the beast was told, had many gallons in its hold
But but by the firey end of battle, he was slaughtered just like cattle
Upon the deck the pirates dance and echoed out unholy chants
From Africa to Barbados, all they meet become a ghost
Within the holds are shrunken heads and spectral ales in ancient kegs
No need for gold in the other realm, on this ship death has the helm
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Writer(s): The Land Before Tim
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