| He was called The Black Leviathan
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| Was he a ghost? |
| No one knew
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| Baltic Sea was cursed for ages
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| With an iron hand he ruled
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| His black ship was fast like thunder
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| Sails were dancing with the storm
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| Sailing was for him a hunting
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| Waving abyss was his home
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| Burning masts
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| Sea was a grave
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| Full of blood and wrecks
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| Black Leviathan: mighty pirate
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| Didn’t take the prisoners
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| Losers sinking to the bottom
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| Never saw the shore again
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| But one day, there came a hope when
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| Unfurled sails have been seen
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| Young and brave man, his silver sails
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| Swelled out proudly in the wind
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| He left his ship, looked at the sea
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| «I'm the son of the wind» he said
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| He was sure he’ll save the Baltic
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| But he dies from a pirate’s hand
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| Nothing changed
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| Sea was a grave
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| Full of blood and wrecks
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| Black Leviathan: mighty pirate
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| Didn’t take the prisoners
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| Losers sinking to the bottom
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| Never saw the shore again |