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Far on the horizon
A deadly force is born
The only brew a pirate fears
Is the brewing of a storm

The waves of the ocean are bashing the sides
The clouds are changing, to the dead of the night
The ships are scared out of sight!
Destroyed by the storm, survivors are few
Look to the surface, it's all of their brew
Get ready crew

The barrels of rum are overboard
In the seas they now lie
Thank fuck we have a flying ship in the sky
Looting the seas of all their booze
It's a pirates holy grail
No wasting the souls of these sunken soldiers
This is the tales of the fallen ales

We swooped down below, dodging the winds
Scrambling for barrels, filled to the brim
Like Whitney says, Who Dares Wins!
Rum filled cellars, beer wall to wall
So many rescued, what a great haul
Yes, we've saved them all

The barrels of rum are overboard
In the seas they now lie
Thank fuck we have a flying ship in the sky
Looting the seas of all their booze
It's a pirates holy grail
No wasting the souls of these sunken soldiers
This is the tales of the fallen ales

We got all their ales!

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