Buccaneers Inn

Numenorean corsairs Your sons have stepped ashore From the battle and storms With northern fleets Great treasure they fought From the shores of Gondor Drove their men into the sea It's time for the feast To the habour of Umbar Like a wind we sail Your pitiful slaves now row Tonight we will celebrate Open your barrels Bring me your finest wine Where are the women? Your heroes have arrived No sleep tonight my friends It's time for the pleasures Because it is soon another day And our ship leaves again Fill my mug, I just want to forget All the troubles and fighting And the ghosts in my head Dancing and drinking In Buccaneers Inn And later tonight it's time for sin No need to worry the future Let's live the moment It's our time we are not going to waste it The morning seems like torment