Battlelore

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 pitful slaves now row
Tonight we will celebrate
Open your barrels
Bring me your finest wine
Where are the women?
Your heroes have arrived