Goblins Ahoy!

Sailing relaxed, endless blueNowhere to go, nothing to doRunning low on pirate brewFrightening shortage of wenches to screwA cryptic shadow on the horizonSet camp and explore, lest they should wizenThe pirates unearth a mysterious graveCould this be the magical treasure they crave?"And as the pirates sailed onwards, towards certain doom, all they could think about was how wonderful it would be to pillage an uncharted island, for they had found an ancient map, buried deep within the sands of the grave. the map read 'Goblin Island'"SLICE SLICE DICE DICECutting the pirates into bite-sized portions of flesh!LA LA LA LALAAnd then we'll feast on their brains for our meal!CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPAnd then we'll make funny hats from their skin!Ripping and tearing, we'll use their organs as toys!The pirates drop anchor close to the shoreEager to find out what lies in storeCamp is set up near the menacing mountainsAt midnight the necks turn to bloody fountainsThe goblins come out from their goblin cavesReady to make the intruders their slavesPsychotic warcry, green skinned bravesThe skin is stripped from pirate knavesOut of the dark, the goblins marchOne by one, through the goblin archReady to kill the sleeping foesTo pluck off every one of their toesThe slaughter begins, the mayhem unthinkablePirate blood is especially drinkableLets make jewelery out of their bonesAnd break their jaws with tiny stonesLooting and pillaging cut short by deathThe cold embrace of a goblins breathBroken in half and stuffed into a chestBy furious goblins with no need to restRipping and tearing, shredding the bastardsPirates are fast, but goblins are fasterBandits now slaves to ferocious green mastersWhat once was a voyage becomes a disaster