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PiracyBlackguards on demon flightWe prowl through the dead of night Sea-faring raconteurs Bearers of ancient curse I sprint to these evils like a sinner to his shame An addict drawn to infamy, I'm going down in flames On bloodied waves and watery graves we rule with tyranny We're still at large, we flaunt each charge you bring of Piracy Death's head hoisted high Cannon smoke across the sky Godspeed on Devil's course No mercy, no remorse Hellbound on leather wings We take life and all it brings Traitors, we cut 'em down This ship will never run aground |