Our nations in war, but smiles are broad. Sailing with enemy journals we bought. You hate me. For life we are pilots, pilots of sea. We don't pray to same god or altar, but both sailed the street of Gibraltar. An English pig, Portoguese bastard. Storm and rain, we have mastered.
The Eastern seas are cold, through conquest and defeat. The Spanish dream is a lie, glory to the Dutch fleet.
Rivals, we must ever be. So watch out friend, I'll catch you at sea. Down with your black ship
Down with your loot. Rivals, we must ever be. So watch out friend, I'll catch you at sea. Down with your black ship. Down with your loot.
You brought heresy to paradise. You saved my life, I repayed that price. I respect you. For life we are enemies, enemies so true. They gave him swords, so he is free. Soon his ship is back in the sea. I respect you friend, but I am your death.
The Eastern seas are cold, through conquest and defeat. The Spanish dream is a lie, glory to the Dutch fleet.
Rivals, we must ever be. So watch out friend, I'll catch you at sea. Down with your black ship
Down with your loot. Rivals, at sea.
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