Treachery March -

Fallen into the hands

Of the enemies

On the way to treasure

Condemned we are

Drink and the devil

Had done for the rest

Maroon all the traitors

And never return again

«Fetch aft the rum!»

Captain Flint´s last words

The ambush awaits

Run for your souls

Drink and the devil

Had done for the rest

Maroon all the traitors

And never return again

«Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

Curse the island my friend,

Lust for gold will be the end

Down on this treachery march we go "

«Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

Curse the island my friend,

Lust for gold will be the end

Down on this treachery march we go »