| Quest!
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| Set a course to the battle
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| Speed is our weapon of war
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| De Grasse will pay with his ichor
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| Blood, mutilation and gore
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| This is a mission of murder
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| Death is the freedom you crave
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| We are the agents of slaughter
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| Swift is the path to the grave
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| Breaking the line
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| Formidable rage
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| Raking their broadside with fire
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| Sail away, set sail into the blue horizon
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| Ride the waves, that guide our destiny
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| Sail away, today we fight and there will be
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| No mercy for those with no grave
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| No grave but the sea
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| Ride!
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| Now the winds are a-changing
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| Into the breach we will sail
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| Flanked by the Duke and the Bedford
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| Formidable charge cannot fail
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| Fire!
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| With a volley of grapeshot
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| Blood stains the ocean this day
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| We are the agents of slaughter
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| Swift is the path to the grave
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| Three thousand dead
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| France is defied
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| The Battle of Saintes will be mine
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| Sail away, set sail into the blue horizon
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| Ride the waves, that guide our destiny
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| Sail away, today we fight and there will be
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| No mercy for those with no grave
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| No grave but the sea
|
| Sail away, set sail into the blue horizon
|
| Ride the waves, that guide our destiny
|
| Sail away, today we fight and there will be
|
| No mercy for those with no grave
|
| Sail away, set sail into the blue horizon
|
| Ride the waves, that guide our destiny
|
| Sail away, today we fight and there will be
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| No mercy for those with no grave
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| No grave but the sea |