Rogue Republic

No kings, no queens, no holy men,
No law we are abiding.
Let’s sail towards our pirate den,
The azure sea we’re riding.

To Nassau we are coming home,
Our rogue republic’s waiting.
The inns and taverns we will roam,
Some wenches we’ll be dating.

A land of freedom, rum and dames
Is everything we’re needing.
We’re never playing power games,
Just feral waves we’re speeding.

There are no rules except our own,
Democracy we’re crafting.
The commoners shall claim the throne,
A paradise we’re drafting.

No nobleman shall have a say,
The Jolly Roger’s waving.
We will refuse the crown’s parlay
For liberty we’re craving.

Our governors are standing tall,
Ben Hornigold and Rackham;
And if the British come to brawl
Ol’ Blackbeard gonna wreck ‘em.

We’re holding up the freedom’s code,
The brotherhood is guarding
The rogue republic, our abode,
‘Cause masters we’re discarding.

So come, my friend, to Nassau’s beach
And leave what is oppressing.
We’re living free and out of reach
And share Fortuna’s blessing.