In idle times, before you or I Two brothers were bound by a fate of the sea Though born into wealth beyond that of great kings Both longed for a life of adventure and thrills They sought out a means to acquire two ships And as they take helm, each to their own wind A vow is made to bind them, that wherever they may go One day, by fate, their paths will cross and guide them home Jacob Tyver's name was known as a thief of ill repute His greed was nearly matched by all the bastards of his crew They kept within their clutches great men's treasures as their prize And stole from one another; but Tyver they dared not defy Cedrick Mord lived by the sword and left no man alive He fought the Spanish armament and none of them survived From Ecuador to Singapore he set the world aflame And not a man existed that did not fear his name Far from this day, a story will be told Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time And are bound to their souls Tyver's ship was so immense it tore apart the clouds Within its hull lay untold riches piled to the brow Mord's galleon, donned with crimson sails, they called it, Hell at Sea And all it left where it had passed were corpses and debris Far from this day, a story will be told Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time And are bound to their souls Far from this day, a story will be told Of two men whose deeds are sewn through time And are bound to their souls Two marauders of old were at last battle's end Their crews had all withered to fight and defend Upon the stern deck their swords told their fate