He was called The Black Leviathan Was he a ghost? No one knew Baltic Sea was cursed for ages With an iron hand he ruled
His black ship was fast like thunder Sails were dancing with the storm Sailing was for him a hunting Waving abyss was his home
Burning masts Sea was a grave Full of blood and wrecks
Black Leviathan: mighty pirate Didn’t take the prisoners Losers sinking to the bottom Never saw the shore again
But one day, there came a hope when Unfurled sails have been seen Young and brave man, his silver sails Swelled out proudly in the wind
He left his ship, looked at the sea “I’m the son of the wind” he said He was sure he’ll save the Baltic But he dies from a pirate’s hand
Nothing changed Sea was a grave Full of blood and wrecks
Black Leviathan: mighty pirate Didn’t take the prisoners Losers sinking to the bottom Never saw the shore againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
