(Rolf Kasparek)  He was born at the shore of Greenhock in the year 1645  Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life  He signed on to sail the wild-winds  But he worked down his hands and his knees  He stood his test on the waters, so they said "He was bred to the sea"  In 1697, the "Adventurer..." was setting its sails  With the letter of marque and reprisal, Kidd was prepared for his trail  They sailed the sea with the mission, to hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben"  A serious riot was rising, so Kidd struck down one of his men  And he died!  Blue-blooded men they fell from grace  Piranhas eating their own  They sacrificed at the altar of lies  So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd  The "Adventurer..." returned to her hometown, Kidd was forced to defence  They charged him with looting and murder his patrons and generous friends  He´d left his crew at St. Thomas, to guard his honour from shame  But the lords they lied like a trooper, not to lose their own heads in the game  Blue-blooded men they fell from grace  Piranhas eating their own  They sacrificed at the altar of lies  So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd  The lords testified, their unholy lies, to save their own heads from the gallows  They sacrificed Kidd, they took him for a ride that conspiratorial fellows  They judged him and they found him guilty of piracy of the high seas  Betraying men of honour, you know lie and cheat as they please  A case of judicial murder caused the death of a seafaring man  Slanderous bunch of liars, to hell your souls will be damned  Blue-blooded men they fell from grace  Piranhas eating their own  They sacrificed at the altar of lies  So fate took its portentous course. What a shame!  In the ballad of William Kidd  (Dedicated to the memory of William Kidd)