The sea…It calls to thee… For many years now this ship has sailed on Against the odds, crushing all that stand in its way The wind blows, the waves become restless The Caribbean knows her sons have returned The sky grows red… “Oh! Captain, my Captain” a ship approaches It is the Dutchman, come to collect the debt That all men pay… Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson Sky The battle starts, the cannons burst The smell of burning powder, as the sun begins to set He’s getting close, they mean to board. Soon they will discover why these colors never, ever, run. The clash of steel, before the mast The Dutchman smiles, the die is cast The trial was passed, the lanterns glow. It’s time to go home. Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson Sky Black Sails under a Crimson SkyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
