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A noble sailed across the sea |
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To search a distant land |
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A new frontier before him |
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To provide an upperhand |
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Mysterious agendas |
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Lay behind a graceful guise |
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A son was born, begotten, shorn |
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Betrayed to noble lies |
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I take to the water |
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To glide upon the gales |
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The winds that my father rode |
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Will never fill my sails |
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The sailors on the salty sea |
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My brothers I will lead |
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Our cannons fast they burn and blast |
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Our blood is of the Creed |
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A father lost to hunger |
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The temptation of control |
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No sentiment you represent |
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Can tame my savage soul |
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I take to the water |
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To glide upon the gales |
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The winds that my father rode |
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Will never fill my sails |
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You're going to war... |
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Musket guns and silver slivers |
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Justice runs in crimson rivers |
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Words of ancient truth we follow |
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Bleed these veins into tomorrow |
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I take to the water |
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To glide upon the gales |
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The winds that my father rode |
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Will never fill my sails |
