He finds his feet again
Gets up to speed again
Plundering, pillaging
Stealing to stay afloat
Tricorne crowned, blood besmirched
Grinding foes into dirt
Doing whatever
Or whomever floats his boat
O to be feared ‘cross the whole
Of time and space
To be known as the one
Blastbeard’s ancestral son
O to be feared ‘cross the whole
Of time and space
An intergalactic
Hypercosmic disgrace
Ahoy and astern and athwart
And aprowl again
Render to Caesar
All that is due to him
Hyperspace, milky way
Inter and intra space
Booty both monetary
And trans-planetary
Wanted signs abound now
His ugly mug, lopsided grin
Wanted signs abound now
His ugly mug, staring back at...
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021