Hunger for good deeds

The talent of doing well
A talent so fair
A navigator of sorts
Who turned people against the pirates

Poured down from Henry kings
The city's old mint
The prince's house
Old port

Western Mediterranean scourge
Turning blades on the pirates
Reconquering
Burning down their hornet hives

The world has no navigator
Where is our caravel
Riding the shallow waters
To hunt down the pirates

To expand across continents
and balance the worlds of faith
But the world has been held to ransom
our very own Çala Ben Çala

Just a trip around the coasts
inverting the assaults
Incursions on those
who married destruction

It's not settling scores
but setting sails
extinguishing the forest fire like terror
That those pirate flag wavers wave

And which speaks faith´s language louder and more truthfully?
Which changes the way we look at the world?
Is our vision not a vision of faith?
So when will our dogmatic oppressors...

Meet our next navigator?
When will we explore and leave the stone aged thinkers
to the dying dwindling edges of their lands?
A talent so fair, so welcome