Burn the Jolly Roger. [BTJR.]

<font size="13" color="#ff999999"></font><font size="14" color="#ffff0000">BURN THE JOLLY ROGER<br><br></font><font size="12" color="#bfffffff">To the mast - burn their flag! - it is dark as the hearse<br>And the death which it bears as it sweeps through the 'verse;<br>Let our decks clear for action, our guns be prepared;<br>Be the warp scramblers honed, and the stasis webs bared:<br>Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,<br>for the last of my duties, the booster can key.<br><br>It will burn where we find it, the black flag - rough shod;<br>Their escape we'll deny them, we'll take every pod.<br>Unshared have they left their last victory's prey;<br>It is ours to return it, and theirs to obey:<br>There are shawls that might suit a Amarr's white neck,<br>and pearls that are fair as the arms they did deck.<br><br>There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose<br>Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.<br>I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine<br>'tis to drink to a victory - the death of a swine.<br>Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, but for greed:<br>The first we despise, and the last we make bleed.<br><br>We fight, 'tis for justice! We love to see flow,<br>at the end of our weapons, the ships of our foe.<br>We strike for the memory of long-vanished years;<br>We only shed blood where another sheds tears,<br>We come, as the lightning comes, swift from above,<br>through the Pirates we loathe, to the battle we love.</font>