Sitting in a dungeon, chains upon his hands and feet

　　waiting for his trial, and understanding his defeat

　　when he slept he dreamt about that wretched captain`s face

　　one day if he could he`d like to teach that fool his place

　　All he had to eat were bits of bread inside his cell

　　trying to ignore an ever nauseating smell

　　the dungeon had no windows but a torch was always lit

　　filling up the room with smoke that made him cough and spit

　　One day just by chance another criminal was jailed

　　claiming he had tried to steal a neighbour`s cow and failed

　　"maybe when I tried to take it, someone might`ve died

　　they can`t prove the knife was mine though, someone must have lied"

　　The thief was in the cell beside the hero`s for a week

　　talkative at first but soon too sick and tired to speak

　　the hero didn`t like the man, but loneliness set in

　　he asked the man if he had heard about the hero`s sin

　　"You`re a big celebrity," the laughing thief had said

　　"no one in the kingdom will be happy til you`re dead"

　　the hero didn`t ask another question after that

　　quietly he wondered on the future where he sat

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　　The thief was later taken to be hanged for what he`d done

　　once again alone, the hero longed to see the sun

　　days turned into weeks, and then he heard a jailor say

　　"for crimes against the kingdom, you`ll be tried and hanged today"

　　The prisoner was led before the royal court to stand

　　to answer for his crimes, the very worst in all the land

　　they accused him of so many crimes that he lost count

　　most of them relying on the victim`s own account

　　Due to his assault on their own prince`s royal ship

　　meant to forge a treaty on a diplomatic trip

　　endless war had only gotten worse in recent years

　　not a widow in the land would ever dry their tears

　　Then the final verdict was delivered by a judge

　　every word he spoke to carry every person`s grudge

　　"by this pirate`s sword a son was taken from our king

　　there can be no mercy now for such an evil thing"

　　The boy could only guess that it was true what they had said

　　if the prince had fought him then, the prince was truly dead

　　still he tried to justify the life he had to live

　　surely his was still a crime that someone could forgive

　　But every voice he heard at trial was full of rage and spite

　　endless hours of accusations echoed left and right

　　the only silent person was the king who sadly sighed

　　looking at the princess full of anger by his side

　　Since she was a young girl she`d been longing for the sea

　　like the queen, the child was kind but stubborn as could be

　　when he told her she could join her brother, like a fool

　　how could he have known that she`d return so cold and cruel

　　The princess didn`t show a shred of mercy at the trial

　　watching that boy suffer was the only time she`d smile

　　it seemed like any moment she would kill him then and there

　　then the court was shocked to hear the king himself declare

　　"This pirate took my son from me and stole our kingdom`s gold

　　and brought our royal servants to an auction to be sold

　　he brought my daughter back, perhaps to ease his guilty mind

　　but to this pirate`s act of mercy, I`ll respond in kind

　　Pirate, if redemption really is what you now seek

　　maybe you shall find it on a battlefield so bleak

　　you pirates stole our chance of diplomatic means for peace

　　so go and fight the way you like, until the battles cease"