Now as we stand before the gallows waiting for the end I'll say these final words my friend At sunrise we will dance the hempen jig So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig The curse of Captain Morgan has lead us to this fate So have no fear and don't look back The afterlife awaits An evil shadow followed us on every quest Never to feel joy again was our fate Only misery and death, fear and burning hate Many years have passed now Yet, the curse still lives on And now we rot in a black prison cell Waiting for our true calling in hell. best quality, masterpiece,detailed,Directional Lighting, chiascuro, ,intricate, highly detailed,dark fantasy,pirate aesthetic
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