Cut To The Heart

	All our blood reaches boiling
	As the war songs are sung
	As the sailors are toiling
	Hatred drips from our tongues
	The enemy’s vessel
	Comes into our sight
	We know we shall drink to their bloodshed
	In our galley tonight
	This is our prayer to the spirits of war
	Grant us the strength that you’ve granted before
	This is our prayer to the spirits of war
	If bravery strengthens our enemy’s hearts, may the power of
	Our bloodlust strengthen us more
	There shall be no quarter
	To the man who will stand as our foe
	His life will be forfeit
	To our merciless blows
	There shall be no quarter
	And there’s nothing that you can do
	But fall to your knees as we
	Cut to the heart of you
	In the smoke and the mayhem
	We are rulers of all that we see
	Monarchs of warfare
	Commanding our subjects to bleed
	They fall down before us
	Their humility spilled on the deck
	And they smile at their masters
	Through the grins we have carved in their necks

	All our blood reaches boiling
	As the war songs are sung
	As the sailors are toiling
	Hatred drips from our tongues
	The enemy' s vessel
	Comes into our sight
	We know we shall drink to their bloodshed
	In our galley tonight
	This is our prayer to the spirits of war
	Grant us the strength that you' ve granted before
	This is our prayer to the spirits of war
	If bravery strengthens our enemy' s hearts, may the power of
	Our bloodlust strengthen us more
	There shall be no quarter
	To the man who will stand as our foe
	His life will be forfeit
	To our merciless blows
	There shall be no quarter
	And there' s nothing that you can do
	But fall to your knees as we
	Cut to the heart of you
	In the smoke and the mayhem
	We are rulers of all that we see
	Monarchs of warfare
	Commanding our subjects to bleed
	They fall down before us
	Their humility spilled on the deck
	And they smile at their masters
	Through the grins we have carved in their necks