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! 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 
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 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 I 
should 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!