I had many names and many lives,

Forgotten in the waves of time.

I was a royal one, born in blue blood

Bound to the throne and the land.

Playing the game of power,

Got my corpse burned and forgotten.

I was a slave, bound to the chains

Born to serve and to be quiet.

To bow the head in fear

I chose to bleed on my feet.

I was a crowned head of the sea

Darkest thunders bowing under my wrath

Slaughtering under the black flag,

I found my peace under.

You can forget the little things so easly.

Faces, names, places and things

Sometimes the sun, never the moon.

But death, so much death I encounter.

Those final moments, when the dim light

Disappeares from those little eyes

And the voice turns to dust,

They stay. They always stay.

I may have forgotten most of the happiness

But never the pain.

-Other lives

This place shall be our grave.

They were watching. Ad that’s all they were willing to do

Watching as the brave men’s souls fought and died.

Killing and begging mercy.

The foundation of war is always political

Made as the rich become gods

While it dug graves for the rest

They made us perform in a circus.

A merry spectacle for them,

On the other side of the river

And a slaughter for us here.

-Memories of war

Where would we be if all the people

Were as brave as those soldiers

I still hear the sea calling out to me

The drum song of the shattering waves into the ship

The merry flight of the pelicans.

Life was always dancing in the crew,

Cus we knew,

Death is only a curse away.

I still dream of them eyes.

Faces of bravest men on the sea.

Some of them thieves, runners and liers

Most of the former slaves like myself.

They were dragons in a rats skin,

Fighting like unleashed beasts of fire.

Because they knew,

We always knew.

Dying in vain,

Is like living in chains.

-Memories from the sea