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Buried At Sea

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Silent sea with tranquil gales
Leadened fog with frothing mist
Blankets a ship with coal black sails
Slumbering with a lazy list
A dragon of oak that stalks its prey
Smouldering patiently for a sign
Of any disturbance, tossing of spray
That washes across the inky brine

Hired in blood,
Hearts bounds with greed and prejudice
They comb the waves
The privateer,
With eyes piercing through ocean mist
Plunder he craves
A merchant of death,
They carry waves of sharpened hate,
To seal our fate
Their ship
A harpy of fear

A malevolent horde of swirling greed
Scurries across the grey slimed deck
Fanatically chasing their blood drenched creed
Captured in their wave bound trek
Borne on the winds of religious war
Lending their trade to the highest sum
For the sheen of gold, the touch of the whore
The glimmering tavern with the tankard of rum

Their vengeful task,
To pillage those of catholic faith
Sworn upon the sword,
Oath sealed with greed
Upon an alter o holy war
Bound to the seas
To slaughter the vassals,
And scavenge battered wrecks
From the new world
Of the catholic lord,
Of the holy catholic lord

Sail ho,
Sail ho,
Hearken, a galleon,
Riding low in the waves,
Laden with gold

Bearing the sign
Of the cross
Ready the cannons with ball and chain shot
Fly the roger
Unfurl the sails
Tie the grappling hooks, fast to the rails

With furious greed well tear them asunder
Eyes blazing brimstone with prospect of plunder
Their lives will be ours, down to the last
Grief stricken heads will adorn our mast
Cry o christians, pray for your lives
Your only reward will be blades of our knives
Our scimitars slashing away your lies
Singing amongst your gore stricken cries

For the strength
For the steel
For the gold
For the keel
For the flesh
For the thunder
For the wench
For the plunder

When we find you,
You will see
Your bloody destiny
And you'll soon be
Buried at sea

Our victim's last breaths
Will be lost in ocean depths,
In barnacled graves
Under rolling black waves,
When plunder's abound
Our cannons will sound,
Furious we'll fight
'Til our deaths are in sight

And we'll be
Buried at sea






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