Skull & Bones

Purple clouds on the horizon, raging waves could touch the sky On the wind a certain howling, whipping bow will ride on high Waving flag is nearly tearing, the braces hold on tight "All hands on deck" the order, steadfast, prepared to fight Caught in the storm, where our spirit is born Riding the waves with the wind and the devil is taking his toll With the sea, where nobody can flee, when the waves' Piling high and the rage's in the sky Skull & Bones, on the horizon Skull & Bones, flying high Skull & Bones, storm is rising Skull & Bones, lead will fly The cannons are packed and loaded, ready to shoot their load A cracking round is blowing, shaking the sea and the boat A cloud of smoke and fire is blacking out the sea The flag in white is rising, no more chance to flee