A scarred and rakish sea dog, mysterious opacity Walks the grove, the phantom's home Cuts down firs where men would flee Wooden beams and mortal, the
gates He grew in a womb of a hell possessed whore Born to be a king to give the badness war Free and wild, Satan's child Adrian's taking the crown Destruction
The church bell of doom is tolling The angel of death is near The ghost with cowl and the sickle Spreading terror and fear He's taking your breath He
Like an hawk-eyed eagle, we're cruising on our raid Our dogged pride will never fade Born-free we're still sailing the seven stormy seas No-one will force
In the war of the roses, the tragedy source King Edward was bound to die Richard, the third, the new Lord protector Ruled with loyalty me lie A vigilant
Out in the world you can watch 'em struggling For a small piece of luck They won't die with a smile on their trace For possession they'd kill their mothers
Blackness is calling, you're enslaved by its rule Obeying your madness, the weak hearted fool Possessed by evil, you're onto the game Hate is your motive
Red hot iron heated by living coal Ready for branding to strike his goal The torrid cast iron marks the leather To banish the renegade from now on forever
As the day has gone and the heat has come Head banger's war tonight Screaming metal unleashed for the battle Makes them feel alright Sweat and beer,
Up with the Roger, the vessel is close Cannons are loaded, the weapons prepared Set up more sails, the distance grows They try to escape but we shan't
was born at the shore Of Greenhock in the year 1645 Ran away at the age of fourteen To flee from his soul-killing life He signed on to sail the wild
In the crossfire between wrong or right Caught the fine line between madness and pride In the darkness when the light begins All alone a stand has to
Exploring the seas to conquer new land Troops arrayed by the church Sanctified and blessed they set out Crusaders, gentiles' scourge They fight, they
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loudest madness, silent sadness bedlam, raving mad frustration on the nation entertainment all the way perfect plastic, orgasmatic silicone valley on
Reach for the rifle, go for the gun Saddle the beast, huge load to heave Unstoppa bull race now begun Cry for the slaughter who would believe Hunting
Modern man is going crazy, the whole world is going mad The atmosphere is going hazy, they loot the world until its dead The hell of war that rages on
Getting loaded, the heat is on A bomb exploded, I'm getting hun The body's raging, well, I see red No more caging, 'til the hunger's fed -Words of thunder