A funeral moves. Under the cloak of night
Captain Clegg and his smuggling pirates ride
With contraband of the finest Brandy and Wine
Hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise
A tombstone reads «Captain Clegg, R.I.P».
Yet still he sails across the Phantom Seas
Such a holy man for all of you to see
The Village Vicar: — His secret Identity
Frightened people, fear the evil
in their leader — Captain Clegg
The Kings Revenue Men — learn of Clegg’s illicit deeds
From a local trader — Now a corpse who no longer speaks
If you cross his path — He’ll slice off both your ears
Have your tongue cut out, and reduce your life to tears
Perish all of you — Who betray me
Your ghostly leader — Captain Clegg
A few words from Collier…
He wore the mask of the skeletal creature of night
His oath was terror and «Blood!» his battle cry
He was a wanted man, who escaped the Hangman’s noose
The Parish leader — His pirate clergy in the loose
He sailed the Phantom Seas, catered for community needs
The Village Master — Captain Clegg
He was a ghost rider — Phantom night creature
Evil leader: — Captain Clegg. R.I.P.