Through the wicked fogbanks of blooded waters,

Through the dread, ships wracked and shredded sails.

They lurch forward into the abyss—these mongering marauders.

Into a land fraught with dire warnings and haunting wails.

Shining with the promise of riches beyond their beliefs,

With monsters lurking around the depths, ghoulish warriors, and unearthed bones.

This savaged land of unwritten stories and wanting thieves,

Sail along the merciless seas with their wooded thrones.

And while their supplies may dwindle,

These pirates made their story known throughout the waves,

Finding new treasures along these accursed islands to swindle!

An oath to keep: become a legend or rest among the watery graves!

From the islands of fire and brimstone to the port town across,

This place has changed, evolving with new threats and new fears.

We sail with the helm at the hamlet Twycross!

As we sing a song of legacy and unity, happy five years!

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