Journey forth this sea, so cold
Bound for pilgrimage of utter pillage
Our ship of Holy blessings, seen of
Carries within stall-ways of pure a and wretched fiend

Valor the Blackened is the name I am give
Known by name, my inner intentions of greed
Sworn to Holy vows, forever broken
I journey on this ship of pilgrimage only to plunder

Our vessel, she bears the name of God
Our shield it is the sanctions of the Holy Cross
This be our most vile of strategems, to pretend
That we sail to spread the word of God, in reality st wrath.

Behold we have come to our set destination
The land known to those who inhabit it as Norway
These land's open embrase or Holy Masquerade
I watch the wenches, watching me from their scopes

They behold a man drenched in black from head, heart, to toe
With hair long, manged and as dark as coal
A demonic smile etched upon a barbaric face
These fools have now noticed the Lord's disgrace

The Holy Cross upon our ship is set ablaze
As in deep red slaughter our ship is engaged
We have enflamed the masses in God's false name
For we are blackened, and Valor be my name!

©2000 Gino Sanchez