Alestorm

Go - the cold moonlight reflecting off your blade
So many centuries spent waiting for this day
Ride - across the seas beneath a blackened sail
Know that a painful death awaits us if we fail
Out of the darkness they came
With cannons a'raging and torches aflame
Slaying all poseurs who stand in their way
Black Sails at Midnight
You're dead by daylight
Black Sails at Midnight
Your fate - Too late