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Purple clouds on the horizon, |
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raging waves could touch the sky |
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On the wind a certain howling, |
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whipping bow will ride on high |
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Waving flag is nearly tearing, |
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the braces hold on tight |
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"All hands on deck" the order, |
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steadfast, prepared to fight |
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[Pre:] |
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Caught in the storm, where our spirit is born |
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Riding the waves with the wind |
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and the devil is taking his toll |
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With the sea, where nobody can flee, when the waves' |
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Piling high and the rage's in the sky |
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[Chorus:] |
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Skull & Bones, on the horizon |
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Skull & Bones, flying high |
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Skull & Bones, storm is rising |
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Skull & Bones, lead will fly |
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The cannons are packed and loaded, |
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ready to shoot their load |
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A cracking round is blowing, |
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shaking the sea and the boat |
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A cloud of smoke and fire is blacking out the sea |
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The flag in white is rising, no more chance to flee |
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[Pre & Chorus] |