| There’s a feeling of dread in the air once we draw near
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| Throughout every tavern, cove and town we’ve instilled the fear
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| No place to hide whilst still alive, we’ll hunt ye down
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| Nothing is safe as we make haste just to see you drown
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| Your power of ale is destined to fail with no chance to prevail
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| So cower in your mail as the winds grace our sails, we’ll drag you to hell
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| As lightning cracks the sky, you’re out of time
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| Thunder bellows loud, now you must die
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| On a quest for blood, we’ll leave you ripped and torn
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| Your death awaits with no glorious fate
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| For we are the storm
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| With the slash of our sabers and a will to kill, heads will roll
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| We’ll take your life, then your wife, and horde the loot we stole
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| No chance of survival, you’re in denial, its all true
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| The pirates three will ruin your life then run you through
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| So you think you can drink while your shit don’t stink
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| And try to hang with the happy little boozers
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| Well we got news for you, and it’s always been true
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| You’re just another worthless fucking loser
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| With praise of the hammer and your face all in paint
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| Do you really believe you’re a warrior now?
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| The only battle you’ve seen is on a computer screen
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| If confrontation strikes, you hide like a coward
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| We’ll put you in your place and leave you with disgrace
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| Steal your life like a band of crooks
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| So fuck the hammer and all its pathetic glamor
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| Now’s the time for you to hail to the hook! |