The violin played its sweet melody

Blood soaked the deck

The statue danced and played

Red seeped from her neck

His smile was painted on his face

His bird landed on his shoulder

Her eyes sparkled, but when he looked down

His smile began to smolder

"What have I done?"

His voice was shaky

He knew he had changed

For all eternity

He scratched the paint off his eye

Why, pirate, why?

A heart made of stone

Can't love one's own

A statue he is

A pirate he was

A killer he shall be

Castle of Nations

Law of Talos

The statue laughed with glee.

"Come, Arma! There is much work to be done here!"