There’s mutiny on ship, above us seagulls are circling low.
The other day, over dispute about booty haul,
Two rogues were hanged, up on the bow,
But - not enough. They should’ve strung up four.

Catch mighty winds with all your unfurled sails!
Why guess?! To be our foe - all ships are prone.
Fortune - is myth, but this belief we ourselves
Created, when we hoisted "Skull and bones".

The angry mob rolled forth, pushed on from the rear.
Forgotten all - past jollies, honour among knaves.
And howling softly, as if gripped by fear,
They menacingly pulled out their knives.

Catch mighty winds with all your unfurled sails!
Why guess?! To be our foe - all ships are prone.
Fortune - is myth, but this belief we ourselves
Created, when we hoisted "Skull and bones".

Two rogues spared, keep pointing Captain to others.
If they can get him - They’ll save their hide.
But Captain, in front of whole crew gathered,
Shoved the entire treasure hoard over the side.

Catch mighty winds with all your unfurled sails!
Why guess?! To be our foe - all ships are prone.
Fortune - is myth, but this belief we ourselves
Created when we hoisted "Skull and bones".

And then a wave, like in the spring - renewing flood,
Washed all away - Handgrip on our throat ends.
Throw overboard everything that smells of blood, -
Believe, the price of any such is never grand!

Catch mighty winds with all your unfurled sails!
Why guess?! To be our foe - all ships are prone.
Fortune - is here, and this belief we ourselves
Created when we hoisted "Skull and bones".