In the pale moon of red
A ship rises to sail the seventeen seas
Crew to pirates that cheated the fate of the dead
Pirates that can't seem to even pronounce the word please

The ghost ship rises and falls with the tide
They plunder, loot and steal
They lie only to satisfy their pride
But the most feared, is the one behind the wheel

The Ghost King has no regrets
For he has done it all, he is the best
As time passes on, the more fearsome he gets
Don't joke, don't jest

Hope, hope that you never come face to face
With the Ghost King
Or that his crew gives chase
You might end up like them or their plaything