In idle times, before you or I
Two brothers were bound by a fate of the sea
Though born into wealth beyond that of great kings
Both longed for a life of adventure and thrills
They sought out a means to acquire two ships
And as they take helm, each to their own wind
A vow is made to bind them, that wherever they may go
One day, by fate, their paths will cross and guide them home
Jacob Tyver's name was known as a thief of ill repute
His greed was nearly matched by all the bastards of his crew
They kept within their clutches great men's treasures as their prize
And stole from one another; but Tyver they dared not defy
Cedrick Mord lived by the sword and left no man alive
He fought the Spanish armament and none of them survived
From Ecuador to Singapore he set the world aflame
And not a man existed that did not fear his name
Far from this day, a story will be told
Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
And are bound to their souls
Tyver's ship was so immense it tore apart the clouds
Within its hull lay untold riches piled to the brow
Mord's galleon, donned with crimson sails, they called it, Hell at Sea
And all it left where it had passed were corpses and debris
Far from this day, a story will be told
Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
And are bound to their souls
Far from this day, a story will be told
Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time
And are bound to their souls
Two marauders of old were at last battle's end
Their crews had all withered to fight and defend
Upon the stern deck their swords told their fate