Chronicles of Vengeance lyrics

A thunderous crash in the dead of the night

We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight

My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed

Now face the cold edge of justice's blade

They knew where to hit us, they knew where to look

Our fortress was breached and its mighty walls shook

Accused of this treason, I fled to the sea

To track down the true source of this treachery

Sold out, betrayed

Attacked, besieged

Outcast, accused

Honour refused

[Refrain:]

Ride

The Black Spot1 in my hand

On a quest for the truth

I scour the land

This traitorous cur

Shall die by my hand

If I'm to be spared

I must have his head

I will not rest till the traitor is dead

I called in all favours, I bartered and bribed

I must find this turncoat and find him alive

And so I was taken to a little old inn

And deep in his cups, my man sat within

We bitterly battled but I won the fight

And tied him beneath the high tide mark that night

And when I'd made sure he could no longer stand

I left him there with that Black Spot in his hand

Avenged, absolved

Justice made right

Vengeance deserved

Honour preserved

[Refrain:]

Ride

The Black Spot in my hand

On a quest for the truth

I scour the land

This traitorous cur

Shall die by my hand

If I'm to be spared

I must have his head

I will not rest till the traitor is dead

As the lifeless corpse of my enemy floats in the bay

Choked on salty brine

I swear a deadly oath

By Poseidon's name, no traitor will go unpunished

Hear these words and tremble

For our vengeance shall be swift and merciless

[Refrain:]

Ride

The Black Spot in my hand

On a quest for the truth

I scour the land

This traitorous cur

Shall die by my hand

If I'm to be spared

I must have his head

I shall not rest till the traitor is dead

1. A paper that a pirate is presented with when found guilty: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Spot_(Treasure_Island)

• Artist:Alestorm
• Album:Black Sails At Midnight (2009)