Now, this is a story all about how our lives got flipped turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how we became the kings of True Scottish Pirate Metal.
In the east coast of Scotland, born and raised, on the playground was where we spend most of our days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all slaying some poseurs outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started shredding solos in our neighbourhood. We got in one little band and some Austrians got scared, they said "holy shit you're awesome here's a record deal".
We whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said 'YARRGH' and it had cannons in the mirror. If anything, we can say this cab was rare, but we thought "Nah, forget it" - "Yo homes to Wacken!"
We pulled up to the stage about 7 or 8, and we yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later". We looked at our kingdom, we were finally there, to sit on our thrones as the kings of True Scottish Pirate Metal.