TALE OF SEVEN SHIPS

We quest for promoting greater causes in our sphere.
Our seafaring Samaritans answer calls from the defenseless
And good men coping with fear.

This malcontent vanguard has ethics and cord,
Determined and restless.
Lurking in long straits - brandishing sword.

We sail for the pauper, the misguided and oppressed.
We exercise watching seabirds dance in the gale.
The galleons slant to full sail.

Tyrannical empires thrive to capture our vessels alive,
But we've so many places to hide.
We are the thorns in their side.

Our ships hail Zephyrian soul chantey, whipping in the wind.
Spirits sail celestial coordinates, clipping in the wind.

And I'll stake my wages on these men -
Proud and courageous scholars of Zen.
They call me "Minstrel of Jibboom".

We've built secret labyrinths in the islands we call home.
And working in silence, village commoners help to shelter
Our movements amidst the royal guard.

Then one August morning came word of distress
From the townsfolk of Ryka.
The wicked King Vexlin has fleeced his last straw.

Our Captains call forward to our valor and our will.
Our seven ships advance as seagulls dance in the gale.
The galleons slant to full sail.

Long-stretched are telescopes now,
Gargoyles drink waves at the bow...
Our "seahorses" ride to the crown -
We're taking his majesty down. (Down, down,down)
 
Our ships hail Zephyrian soul chantey, whipping in the wind.
Spirits sail celestial coordinates, clipping in the wind.