The Privateer - Port Corrad | Текст песни

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• The Privateer
• Port Corrad

A creepy ship arrives at the port.
The journey ends at the final resort.
Twenty pirates get of the board.
Drunken hawling, a raw and wild horde.

They'r heading down the streets on their way
to the seaman's pub.
The place where everything begins
in Port Corrad.
For a long night of rum and beer
and maybe for a fight,thats why
they are here.

Chorus
Pirates we are, 'till death we go on,
with fighting and drinking like a hell spawn.
So better stay back, and don't mess with us,
you might lose your life we aren't pious.

Verse II
Empty barrels, flying fists,
wenches of the night, that I couldn't resist.
just once a few months, we can return.
Beloved Port Corrad, tonight my head will turn.

Chorus
Pirates we are, 'till death we go on,
with fighting and drinking like a hell spawn.
So better stay back, and don't mess with us,
you might lose your life we aren't pious.

Verse III
Everyone in here has got the same things in mind.
Drinking and the girls and the good old fight.
So I'll fight you today, but tomorow we'll sail, wondering
why our heads are heavy and our faces look pale.

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