Yaaaarrr! I awaken in a pool of blood Nailed to the floor Rusty spikes driven through my wrists My body, covered in gore An infected scar full of pus pulsating with blinding pain Agony supreme Some bastard stole my spleen! Oh the butcher Argh the butcher Yaaarr the butcher Grinding the Spleen! Oh the Butcher! Yarr the Butcher! And his spleen-grinding machine As I scream and curse his name He smiles a wicked smile His rotten teeth are stained with blood gory chunks of flesh and bile A putrid stench like death itself makes me regurgitate once again I taste the eggs which I already ate! Oh the butcher Argh the butcher Yaaarr the butcher Grinding the Spleen! Oh the Butcher! Yarr the Butcher! And his spleen-grinding machine Now we sail, forevermore This bay seeking revenge (For the spleen the Butcher stole Our lust for blood will never end)