Thunder shakes the wooden hull, the rigging breaks like glass

The cannons fire consistently, their enemy to blast

Pirate vessel's changing course, the Navy's giving chase

The tactics of entangling is the gauntlet in their face

Powderkegs and ironballs, thunder cracks the rail

Splintered masts and tattered ropes, the fire eats the sail

The lion-heart's the only way to overcome the fight

Back to back no fear at all, the pirates're standing tight

Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites, a wall of fire is on the horizon

Fading breath, too much death, too much blood and too much pain

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