| Firebreathing through your unseigable fortress. |
| I’m the devil and Michael De
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| Ruyter’s my name. |
| I ride on the waves, right through your chains. |
| You are my
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| Prey and you’ll never forget my name. |
| A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake
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| Of fire you will die. |
| The English pride, consumed by flames, you’ll never
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| Forget my name
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| Firebreath, spritting forks of fire. |
| Firebreath, attacking a crumbling empire
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| Firebreath, the Dutchman’s anger. |
| Firebreath, a fire’s breath. |
| The voyage to
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| Chatham. |
| in 1667. The three day wat, never equalled again. |
| Capture the Royal
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| Charles, the English flagship
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| The river Thames, the bleeding English heart. |
| A firebreath, a crimson sky, in
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| A lake of fire you will die. |
| The English pride, consumed by flames, you’ll
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| Never forget my name. |
| A thousand cannonballs, rain down on my deck. |
| Of the
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| Seven Provincies, the republic’s battleship number one. |
| But they do no harm
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| Cause Satan’s wings protect. |
| His servant’s life, from the English last
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| Convulsion
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| (lead — Henri)
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| A firebreath, a crimson sky, in a lake of fire you will die. |
| The English
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| Pride, consumed by flames, you’ll never forget my name. |
| Firebreath, spritting
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| Forks of fire. |
| Firebreath, attacking a crumbling empire. |
| Firebreath, the
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| Dutchman’s anger. |
| Firebreath, a fire’s breath |