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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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[Chorus] |
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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 |
