honour restored

each aching slave will see the pirate slain

from recollection of that stinking hold

don't name revenge that last easing of  pain

so many fools who will not see things plain

nor taste of patience that has been served cold

each aching slave will see the pirate slain

year upon year each one piles up the pain

the lone reward is simply growing old

don't name revenge that last easing of pain

a form of passion made to entertain

the ones whose enterprise was manifold

each aching slave will see the pirate slain

but silence will not fill this place again

now that the fallen have at last turned bold

don't name revenge that last easing of pain

all that we are all that our hearts contain

cannot we now declare be bought or sold

each aching slave will see the pirate slain

don't name revenge that last easing of pain