| Amass the crew, strike up the wind
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| Waken the epic war within
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| Take it all, and take it now
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| Who knows what all this will allow?
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| Seafaring wealth, a kingdom come
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| And the weak will then succumb
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| To a plan laid out for all to see
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| At the expense of the world’s misery
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| A crash against the wooden hull
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| Bodies pile, endless skulls
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| Out on the ports and on the bays
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| Upon the seas, crime always pays
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| This philosophy will surely spread
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| Like a fire burning crimson red
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| Slow at first, then gaining ground
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| Till truth rings forth with mighty sound
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| Our anchor’s weighed upon the cove
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| Under the sands, a treasure trove
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| Take in sails, you scurvy swabs!
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| More plunder’s in sight to loot and rob!
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| BUST!
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| Kept chained to land no longer
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| Passion to roam free grows stronger
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| Ousting foes in the game of life
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| We live on the edge of a knife |