| 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 entangling is the gauntlet in their face, oh yeah
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| Powder kegs and iron balls, 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 are standing tight
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| Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites
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| A wall of fire is on the horizon
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| Fading breath, too much death
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| Too much blood and too much pain
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| Powder and iron, gun down the flag
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| In rapid succession the thunder will crack
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| Powder and iron, the fire will blow
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| The devil is waiting to take their souls away, 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 gallows-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
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| A wall of fire is on the horizon
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| Fading breath, too much death
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| Too much blood and too much pain
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| Powder and iron, gun down the flag
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| In rapid succession the thunder will crack
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| Powder and 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
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| A wall of fire is on the horizon
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| Fading breath, too much death
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| Too much blood and too much pain
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| Powder and iron, gun down the flag
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| In rapid succession the thunder will crack
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| Powder and iron, the fire will blow
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| The devil is waiting to take their souls away
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| Powder and iron, gun down the flag
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| In rapid succession the thunder will crack
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| Powder and iron, the fire will blow
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| The devil is waiting to take their souls away, away, away
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| Yeah |