He crossed the bar sails puffed full as his chest 
proud to be crashing the swells and foaming waves 
escaping the line upon line of graves 
his father his brothers his family destroyed 
only his youth denied vengeance for he had been but a boy 

but now he was strong free to charge into the fight 
to wreak havoc and injury to his morbid delight 
the one goal remaining in his grief filled life 
only one task to satisfy his dissatisfied plight 

in the land of his enemy he had something to prove 
to show the dark master he had nothing to lose
what he could do where his father and brothers had failed 
onto the place of their betrayal he now speedily sailed

to vanquish that brutal regime on its very own soil
after years of study planning training and toil
he stepped onto the land an army at his back
and he cried the war cry, "Attack men, Attack!"