| We left months ago, we were out for the hunt
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| Seadogs hungry for treasures and glory
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| Riding the storm like a bullet of lead
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| Breaking the waves like a cutlass in flesh
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| Cargos were plundered in numbers unknown
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| Many were killed in our rage attacks
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| Pieces of eight in mountains aboard
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| Time to return and raise our bottles
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| Under the flag of skull — living fear
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| Ruthless and raising hell — bloody sea
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| Glory for those who fight — death for the weak
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| And then we return back to
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| Port royal — return to
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| Port royal — return to
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| Port royal
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| Cannons are running hot in the night
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| Turning the galleons to ruins of wood
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| Traces of battle wherever we go
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| Blood has been spilled like a tide flood of death
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| Hell has no boundaries, death has no law
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| The shark is loose and it’s hungry for gold
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| New vessels to plunder and ships to burn
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| Under the flag of skull — living fear
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| Ruthless and raising hell — bloody sea
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| Glory for those who fight — death for the weak
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| And then we return back to
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| Port royal — return to
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| Port royal — return to
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| Port royal |