Bloodstains on the Captain’s Log

Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man around!
Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!
I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew
What?! Now you hide your fears lest it becomes your fault; should I choose to molest you?

Catharina! If you try to leave, there will be grief
A wonderful house built for my wife to dwell, still nagging like one of my annoying men
Catharina! Why?

He defies the trust in marriage and God
For there are bloodstains on the captain's log
I stand for greed, lust and the willpower to defeat
The mask I wear is kind, with a distorted face underneath
I believe in bliss through violence and suppression

Take, rob and rape!
Don't let these filthy foreigners escape!
On our pillage through the Indian seas, we sail heartless under the flag of piracy
Ravish and ruin their lives!
Execute their children right before their eyes!
My treasure chambers, teeming with the riches I adore
I call it passion, not a sin, to kill for more and more

Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man around!
Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!
I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew
What?! Now hold your tears lest it becomes your fault; should I choose to violate you?

Once he sailed the course of trade and righteousness
A stern, yet stout, master of the sea
Now his soul drowns in condescension
His mind corrupted and martyred by greed
Bloodstains on the captain's log
Bloodstains on the captain's log