Numenorean corsairs
Your sons have stepped ashore
From the battle and storms
With northern fleets
Great treasure they fought
From the shores of Gondor
Drove their men into the sea
It's time for the feast

To the habour of Umbar
Like a wind we sail
Your pitful slaves now row
Tonight we will celebrate

Open your barrels
Bring me your finest wine
Where are the women?
Your heroes have arrived
No sleep tonight my friends
It's time for the pleasures
Because it is soon another day
And our ship leaves again

Fill my mug, I just want to forget 
All the troubles and fighting
And the ghosts in my head
Dancing and drinking 
In Buccaneers Inn
And later tonight it's time for sin

No need to worry the future
Let's live the moment 
It's our time we are not going to waste it
The morning seems like torment