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Thunder shakes the wooden hull, the rigging breaks like glass |
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The cannons fire consistently, their enemy to blast |
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Pirate vessel's changing course, the Navy's giving chase |
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The tactic of entangeling is the gauntlet in their face |
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Powderkegs and ironballs, thunder cracks the rail |
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Splintered masts and tattered ropes, the fire eats the sail |
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The lion-heart's the only way to overcome the fight |
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Back to back no fear at all, the pirates're standing tight |
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Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites, a wall of fire is on the horizon |
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Fading breath, too much death, too much blood and too much pain |
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Powder & iron, gun down the flag |
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In rapid succession the thunder will crack |
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Powder & iron, the fire will blow |
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The devil is waiting to take their souls away |
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The privateers are in a plight, cornered by the fleet |
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The mariners are trying hard, their gallow-poles to feed |
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The pirate vessel's sailing fast, firing around |
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The naval-ship is on the loose, sinking to the ground |
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Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites, a wall of fire is on the horizon |
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Fading breath, too much death, too much blood and too much pain |
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Powder & iron, gun down the flag |
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In rapid succession the thunder will crack |
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Powder & iron, the fire will blow |
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The devil is waiting to take their souls away |
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Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites, a wall of fire is on the horizon |
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Fading breath, too much death, too much blood and too much pain |
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Powder & iron, gun down the flag |
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In rapid succession the thunder will crack |
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Powder & iron, the fire will blow |
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The devil is waiting to take their souls away |
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Powder & iron, gun down the flag |
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In rapid succession the thunder will crack |
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Powder & iron, the fire will blow |
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The devil is waiting to take their souls away |