Standing on the port I think 'bout My future and my being Crossed by a lust for freedom I wish to sail away Challenging storms and thunder Fighting with rum in my hand With the stomach full of poison And nothing in my head Sentinels look at the horizon searching for a fight Killing to increase the money And no place to hide Iron cannons, loaded guns with victims in sight Millions and more desperate souls lust for his life
Sounds of swords Destroyed ships which flee or burn Pirates' songs which pierce my ears like steel
Sailed by two weeks ago Only water all around us Food as drink is not enough To resist for long Blinded by the gold fever
With only one map in hand Full of many hopes of glory Now turned into rage Sentinels look at the horizon searching for a fight Killing to increase the money And no place to hide Iron cannons, loaded guns with victims in sight Millions and more desperate souls lust for his life
Sounds of swords Destroyed ships which flee or burn Pirates' songs which pierce my ears like steel
Cannons roar from the left side Tunes of war are resounding here Men with loaded guns in hand Come more and more so near We'll reply with our hell's mouths And everything which can hurt them Just the bravest will keep afloat To fight and sail againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
