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The parchment turns as the quest begins. Brothers in arms with the blood of sin. |
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Minds ingrained upon the route, each and all our black hearts devout. |
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Hung or shot, stabbed or drowned. These pleasures make our world go 'round. |
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From behind a veil of power and pride we sat, enthroned amongst the slain. |
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And with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains. |
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The hell we raised upon the seas. Cause of death and fear on the main. |
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Survived damnation and the tests of time. Now we're back for blood again! |
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Tempted by a nameless prize, and splendid riches of unspeakable size. |
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The feeling that grows with each the passing tides. To pilfer and plunder the guilt aside. |
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Back for the attack. To bring scurvy back! Your village, we'll ransack. All the loot that we'll pack. |
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Always ready for the attack. We're bringing scurvy back! You'll have no time to flee. There's only death at sea. |
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Fearing our attack. We're bringing scurvy back! Raising our ales tonight in honour of our fight. |
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Drink 'til we attack. We're bringing scurvy back! We'll thrash until we die! |
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'Til our ships burn to the sky! Killing for the attack. We're bringing scurvy back! |
