Why roaming towards the sea if it ain't helpin' me to
enslave humanity?
Feeding all by truth and lies, I would purse all these
needed to settle a demise,
Discounted a finest white I shall wear, against all these I
could not stand and bear.
The fifth of my loot, You shall know & remember, Is to spare
on the victims of my ongoing warfare.

The sweetest is my tongue, as I whisper trough my lungs
I will sing on that riddle with compassion or hate, and an
ill mean oppose to your well paved faith.
A final the day is that I rest a sail by, A hostage held
trapped is kept by my own watchful eye.
Charity is my vengeance to all of those ones, who would try
to settle and rebel against all those plans

Rest for obvious a sure that a dare I maintain, are those
tides and these flows that empower my vain
Relentless and cruel, and violent as steel, I lessened your
scrolls set has set for a steal
Using my vessel of power and might, to murder & slaughter,
in destruction, force & fight.
flags of surrender that are raised by your nation, will
serve as my sign of enslavement and damnation

An eye for an eye as a legend has been told, To store in a
coffer your silver. and gold
Let it heard by the vengeance of that mighty and cruel, An
iron fist shatters all the trials and your rules
My vessel of war, as unarmed as it may, Attacks with a
single enchant that I say,
Sailing the oceans, fare a loot for a feed, and all should
be punished, a pound of my deed.

The training of medics amended no cost, to a war that you
already suffered a lost
And your only way is to set for a recover, desire a solution
and set it to be over
Lend me a shard of your share as your score, to be set with
the one you oppose and ignore.
Accept your surrender, hand over, give up, Attempt said
solution to let off from that trap.

All faith and a temple had set to your built, To struck your
solution to settle the dealt
Bring a table to place on your own city streets, place a
bowl on it's top and then fill it with treats
The sun sets for evening, then a moon by the sun, any victim
of our warfare should consume at least one
A golden sun given to end a result, A moon mend of silver
will settle consult.

The scriptures you lie by to go obsolete, the codex you
false is to cause your defeat.  
Your diamonds and treasures, your women and all, are set to
be served as token to your downfall
The smiling bright iron, that curving of that sword, Is a
tribute demanded by a war overlord
token my victims of war to be fed, with the gold of your
warriors and the silvers of your dead.

Observe very closely at the written above
Then answer the told with your cherish, and love.

An Infinite & unconditional love!