The Wolves of the Yousera

Where the Yousera meets the foam Black sails rule the sea No king sits upon that coast Only wolves run free. Merchants watch the darkening tide Lanterns burning wake For every mast upon that sea May hunt the gold they take. Wolves of the Yousera tide Black sails cutting through the night Gold or blood — the toll we take Pray your mast outruns our wake Captain Kasimir the iron wolf Cruel lord of wave and gale Ships that cross his hunting ground Rarely live to tell. Chains and hooks along his deck Sharks that circle near He takes gold and blood Leaving wreck and fear. Wolves of the Yousera tide Black sails cutting through the night Gold or blood — the toll we take Pray your mast outruns our wake Captain Dimas walks the deck Eyes of storm and rain Pirate not by heart or will But bound by fate and chain. Ships that yield may sail away Men who beg may live He knows the price the sea Takes — and sometimes gives. Wolves of the Yousera tide Black sails cutting through the night Gold or blood — the toll we take Pray your mast outruns our wake Captain Ferask sails behind a mask Black sail in the foam None can say what port he left Or where he calls his home. None have seen the face he wears None dare speak his name When his shadow walks the deck Even wolves grow tame. Wolves of the Yousera tide Black sails cutting through the night Gold or blood — the toll we take Pray your mast outruns our wake Wolves of the Yousera tide Storm and steel our only guide If your hull is slow or lame We will take your gold the same So sail where you will. Trade where you dare. In the tides of Yousera… you're wolf—or you're prey.