Full Frontal Assault - S.O.S (Surrender or Slaughter)

Silhouette on a blazing horizon a black shape trails red wake,
Careening on a murderous course we steer straight into you,
An outlaw vessel, godless and mad, the crew, a band of cutthroats,
Thirsty for outrageous spoils, we will stop at nothing,

Surrender or slaughter, we’ve come for your daughters,
Our pillage, our plunder, our prize,

We take as we please, captives on your knees, beg with demise in your eyes,
A scoundrels blade delivers fate, we never leave any survivors,
For dead men tell no tales, no little slips from silenced lips,
Could get our whole lot hung, to make sure we cut out the tongues,

Slicing such cruel melodies, a symphony composed of butchery,
tortured shrieks a choral voice, your cowardice our conductor,
A savage bite from a still beating heart serenades you into submission,
Shivering down there like the sheep you are, a scream sounds the execution,

Chorus repeat
Skulls in the wind, a bloodletting grin, gleaming with fear, doom drawing near