| Song | Walk the Plank |
| Artist | Alestorm |
| Album | Sunset on the Golden Age (Limited Edition) |
| The time for execution, a harrowing display | |
| For treachery upon the seas has taken place this day | |
| Your final hour has begun, | |
| We‘ve all agreed your end has come | |
| We‘ll take your sword, we‘ll take your gun - it‘s time | |
| For you to come undone | |
| Be aware, what lies beneath | |
| Razor sharp and pointy teeth | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| With your life, you‘ll pay the price | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Boots of lead, your blood runs red | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Time to die, your end is nigh | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Descend into the black and don‘t come back | |
| A nameless bay, in the mist | |
| You have no right to exist | |
| You‘ve got the captain really pissed, | |
| and so it‘s time you were dismissed | |
| Give the line a little twist | |
| And wrap the ropes around your wrist | |
| Eyes to fill your soul with dread | |
| The fury of the hammerhead | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| With your life, you‘ll pay the price | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Boots of lead, your blood runs red | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Time to die, your end is nigh | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Descend into the black and don‘t come back | |
| Be aware my friend, what lies beneath | |
| Razor sharp and full of pointy teeth | |
| Burning eyes to fill your soul right up with dread | |
| The raging fury of the hammerhead |
| The time for execution, a harrowing display | |
| For treachery upon the seas has taken place this day | |
| Your final hour has begun, | |
| We' ve all agreed your end has come | |
| We' ll take your sword, we' ll take your gun it' s time | |
| For you to come undone | |
| Be aware, what lies beneath | |
| Razor sharp and pointy teeth | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| With your life, you' ll pay the price | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Boots of lead, your blood runs red | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Time to die, your end is nigh | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Descend into the black and don' t come back | |
| A nameless bay, in the mist | |
| You have no right to exist | |
| You' ve got the captain really pissed, | |
| and so it' s time you were dismissed | |
| Give the line a little twist | |
| And wrap the ropes around your wrist | |
| Eyes to fill your soul with dread | |
| The fury of the hammerhead | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| With your life, you' ll pay the price | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Boots of lead, your blood runs red | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Time to die, your end is nigh | |
| Walk the Plank! | |
| Descend into the black and don' t come back | |
| Be aware my friend, what lies beneath | |
| Razor sharp and full of pointy teeth | |
| Burning eyes to fill your soul right up with dread | |
| The raging fury of the hammerhead |