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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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[Chorus] |
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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 ****ing 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 **** the hammer and all its pathetic glamor |
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Now's the time for you to hail to the hook! |