Bloodstains On the Captain's Log - Carach Angren

Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man

around!

Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!

I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew

What?!

Now you hide your fears lest it becomes your fault;

should I choose to

molest you?

Catharina!

If you try to leave, there will be grief

A wonderful house built for my wife to dwell, still nagging like one of my

annoying men

Catharina!

(Why?) He defies the trust in marriage and God

For there are bloodstains on the captain’s log

I stand for greed, lust and the willpower to defeat

The mask I wear is kind, with a distorted face underneath

I believe in bliss through violence and suppression

Take, rob and rape!

Don’t let these filthy foreigners escape!

On our pillage through the Indian seas, we sail heartless under the flag of

piracy

Ravish and ruin their lives!

Execute their children right before their eyes!

My treasure chambers, teeming with the riches I adore

I call it passion, not a sin, to kill for more and more

Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man

around!

Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!

I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew

What?!

Now hold your tears lest it becomes your fault;

should I choose to

violate you?

Once he sailed the course of trade and righteousness

A stern, yet stout, master of the sea

Now his soul drowns in condescension

His mind corrupted and martyred by greed

Bloodstains on the captain’s log