Captain Crow is our hero, he keeps the ocean clear. He stabs and shoots and kills and does the monster's mad revere. He stabs and shoots and executes with cannon, lance and spear. Cause of their horrors, no one mourns the monster's mad revere. So sing the hunter's praises, wherever yet from where. For hunters live the greatest lives and fight the greatest death. So raise a glass to the sky, to Crow and his misty eye. Raise a glass to the sky and we'll drink before we die. Captain Crow, he fears no foe, he hunts them for their price. He leads them through a drought and tour and killed them fifty times. He killed them fifty times or more and still the mad fight's on. And beasts expire in blood and fire until the last is gone. So sing the hunter's praises, wherever yet from where. For hunters live the greatest lives and fight the greatest death.
