The Cutthroats

Into the night, we must fight, we are not sure why,
Battle on, until the enemy is gone, with a bloodcurdling cry;
Eliminate and devastate, it's our authoritative command,
Destroy every soldier, and the babies and the mothers that hold her, eradicate this land!

Pillage and plunder, come with the thunder, we have the divinity of the gods,
With a large navy fleet, and men of frenzied heat, our hundred horses are unshod;
Our sparkling war armor, is even harder, than a diamond to penetrate,
Try as you will, every person will be killed, your way of life we have come to annihilate.

Loaded to the gunnels, like some great tornadic funnel, we left your village in ruins,
Setting to sea, we all agree, to let your kind live would have been an ungodly sin;
Upon our departure, our steady archer, shot an arrow with a note,
YE BE WARNED, WE COME WITH THE STORM, said we, signed: THE CUTTHROATS.