| Song | Buccaneers Inn |
| Artist | Battlelore |
| Album | Sword's Song |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
| Numenorean corsairs | |
| Your sons have stepped ashore | |
| From the battle and storms | |
| With northern fleets | |
| Great treasure they fought | |
| From the shores of | |
| Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
| It's time for the feast | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate | |
| Open your barrels | |
| Bring me your finest wine | |
| Where are the women? | |
| Your heroes have arrived | |
| No sleep tonight my friends | |
| It's time for the pleasures | |
| Because it is soon another day | |
| And our ship leaves again | |
| Fill my mug, | |
| I just want to forget | |
| All the troubles and fighting | |
| And the ghosts in my head | |
| Dancing and drinking | |
| In Buccaneers | |
| Inn And later tonight it's time for sin | |
| No need to worry the future | |
| Let's live the moment | |
| It's our time we are not going to waste it | |
| The morning seems like torment | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate |
| zuo qu : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
| Numenorean corsairs | |
| Your sons have stepped ashore | |
| From the battle and storms | |
| With northern fleets | |
| Great treasure they fought | |
| From the shores of | |
| Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
| It' s time for the feast | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate | |
| Open your barrels | |
| Bring me your finest wine | |
| Where are the women? | |
| Your heroes have arrived | |
| No sleep tonight my friends | |
| It' s time for the pleasures | |
| Because it is soon another day | |
| And our ship leaves again | |
| Fill my mug, | |
| I just want to forget | |
| All the troubles and fighting | |
| And the ghosts in my head | |
| Dancing and drinking | |
| In Buccaneers | |
| Inn And later tonight it' s time for sin | |
| No need to worry the future | |
| Let' s live the moment | |
| It' s our time we are not going to waste it | |
| The morning seems like torment | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate |
| zuò qǔ : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
| Numenorean corsairs | |
| Your sons have stepped ashore | |
| From the battle and storms | |
| With northern fleets | |
| Great treasure they fought | |
| From the shores of | |
| Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
| It' s time for the feast | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate | |
| Open your barrels | |
| Bring me your finest wine | |
| Where are the women? | |
| Your heroes have arrived | |
| No sleep tonight my friends | |
| It' s time for the pleasures | |
| Because it is soon another day | |
| And our ship leaves again | |
| Fill my mug, | |
| I just want to forget | |
| All the troubles and fighting | |
| And the ghosts in my head | |
| Dancing and drinking | |
| In Buccaneers | |
| Inn And later tonight it' s time for sin | |
| No need to worry the future | |
| Let' s live the moment | |
| It' s our time we are not going to waste it | |
| The morning seems like torment | |
| To the habour of | |
| Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
| Your pitful slaves now row | |
| Tonight we will celebrate |