The thought goes to the Spanish gold, it makes a man so brash and bold
The sea is quiet we are waiting for another prey to hunt again
Skull and bones The armed hand of the delvil’s son In the blue sea
Raise the flag The jolly roger up to the sky The time is right
Skull and bones On the horizon It’s black like pitch and Black like death
No escape surrender or fight And fear is the feeling that rages in their eyes
oh oh we are the black flag oh oh the curse to the end oh oh we are the black flag oh oh a tale that you can tell
Skull and bones On the horizon It’s black like pitch and Black like death
No escape surrender or fight And fear is the feeling that rages in their eyes
oh oh we are the black flag oh oh the curse to the end oh oh we are the black flag oh oh a tale that you can tellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
