| Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man
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| around!
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| Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!
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| I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew
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| What?! |
| Now you hide your fears lest it becomes your fault; |
| should I choose to
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| molest you?
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| Catharina! |
| If you try to leave, there will be grief
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| A wonderful house built for my wife to dwell, still nagging like one of my
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| annoying men
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| Catharina! |
| (Why?) He defies the trust in marriage and God
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| For there are bloodstains on the captain’s log
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| I stand for greed, lust and the willpower to defeat
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| The mask I wear is kind, with a distorted face underneath
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| I believe in bliss through violence and suppression
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| Take, rob and rape!
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| Don’t let these filthy foreigners escape!
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| On our pillage through the Indian seas, we sail heartless under the flag of
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| piracy
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| Ravish and ruin their lives!
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| Execute their children right before their eyes!
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| My treasure chambers, teeming with the riches I adore
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| I call it passion, not a sin, to kill for more and more
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| Come Catharina and kiss the gold medal, a trophy for the most respected man
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| around!
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| Breathe with me from the opium pipe and drink a little more wine!
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| I love you, but not as much as my sea, ship and crew
|
| What?! |
| Now hold your tears lest it becomes your fault; |
| should I choose to
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| violate you?
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| Once he sailed the course of trade and righteousness
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| A stern, yet stout, master of the sea
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| Now his soul drowns in condescension
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| His mind corrupted and martyred by greed
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| Bloodstains on the captain’s log |