Port Royal

	作词 : Kasparek
	Hundred masts, thirty flags
	An island in the gulf of
	Darien Sandglas, bloody heart
	Flying high above the scene
	Marooners with loaded guns
	Are still waiting at the quay
	A hungry fleet from underworld "Freedom" is the law they pray "Black strap", rum and gin
	Sexual freedom all the way
	A rolling dice, an ace of hearts
	One shall win and one's to pay
	Concord and freedom
	No need for the holy writ
	Rebellions, non - servile
	Spitting on religious hypocrites
	Port Royal
	A cry of freedom on the sea
	When the " oxford ", hits the sea
	Slave driver learns the moses law
	There is no chance, they can't escape
	They hunt them down and eat'em raw
	Gin Lane,
	New Providence
	It all is now since along time gone
	But there are still descendants
	Port Royal's spirit lives forever on
	Port Royal
	A cry of freedom on the sea.

	zuò cí : Kasparek
	Hundred masts, thirty flags
	An island in the gulf of
	Darien Sandglas, bloody heart
	Flying high above the scene
	Marooners with loaded guns
	Are still waiting at the quay
	A hungry fleet from underworld " Freedom" is the law they pray " Black strap", rum and gin
	Sexual freedom all the way
	A rolling dice, an ace of hearts
	One shall win and one' s to pay
	Concord and freedom
	No need for the holy writ
	Rebellions, non servile
	Spitting on religious hypocrites
	Port Royal
	A cry of freedom on the sea
	When the " oxford ", hits the sea
	Slave driver learns the moses law
	There is no chance, they can' t escape
	They hunt them down and eat' em raw
	Gin Lane,
	New Providence
	It all is now since along time gone
	But there are still descendants
	Port Royal' s spirit lives forever on
	Port Royal
	A cry of freedom on the sea.