| Open the seas to my plight
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| Winds in the gales of desire
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| Scourge of the port towns in sight
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| Cannons lay waste
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| And there’s salt in our veins, giving death is our trade to the end
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| Skeletal flag and the fires that blaze seen for miles
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| Sword to the throat of the innocent
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| Black is our storm and you’ll never escape our attack
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| The Crown and The Royals conspire
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| Sending the men
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| On a quest with Sir Drake to the cities to be played or sacked
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| No quarter to give, no prisoners will live past the hour
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| Sword to the throat of the innocent
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| Letter marquee for the crimes done at sea, crowns conspire
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| The corpse of the bastard is nigh
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| Brave men will kneel and die
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| The cowards and women will run
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| Murder and rape
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| And there’s salt in our veins, giving death is our trade to the end
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| Skeletal flag and the fires that blaze seen for miles
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| Sword to the throat of the innocent
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| Black is our storm and you’ll never escape our attack
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| Keelhauled and nailed to the mast
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| I’ve read the stars and crossed the leagues to bring you death
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| Death! |