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Ship 'ho on the horizon, men.
We must beat to quarters!
Stow your mops and prime the guns,
Hear, these are your orders.

Strike the mainsails, fill the nettings,
Get before the merchants!
Turn to port, my valiant men,
Let her have our broadside!

See, their ships approaching our coast and,
See, their want for our goods and our lives.
Let them not breach our oaken shield!

Hoist the ensign, my good man
Let her see our colours!
Point towards the malicious fiends,
Damn their eyes and give 'm hell!

Come the strife with spirits high,
And where we sail, is where we die.
True Lowlanders will never yield,
On this aquatic battlefield.

See, their ships approaching our coast and,
See, their want for our goods and our lives.
Let them not breach our oaken shield!

Through the darkness of the night,
We gather where no trees stand.
Where the moonlight reaches down,
with all it's pale white light.
Howling that cuts through the silence,
and yellow eyes through the mist.
Fading shadows, Ivory gleaming,
The raiding has begun.

A great pack we are and we are
gathered for the hunt.
The hunger is upon us,
but tonight we will feed.
A great pack we are and we are
gathered for the hunt.
The bloodlust is upon us,
and tonight we will feast.

A stream of grey bodies.
A whisper through the leaves.
Through the eyes of the wolf,
the great hunt has begun.
Six they are, of noble names,
with skin and claws forged of steel.
But none will pass through these lands.
Their deaths will quel them, bring them shame.

A great pack we are and we are
gathered for the hunt.
The hunger is upon us,
but tonight we will feed.
A great pack we are and we are
gathered for the hunt.
The bloodlust is upon us,
and tonight we will feast.

I see the sun up in the sky,
From where I lie, waiting to die.
I never thought my end would come,
This bright and sunlit day.

But sorrow will not haunt my mind,
Through my life the years were kind.
And pain there was, but never long,
for the life I lived was full.

My blood that flows into the ground,
Still flows in other veins.
Revenge will be my son's delight,
My blood forever reigns!

Darkness falls on where I lie,
My journey starts towards the sky.
To sit amidst the golden hall,
Awaiting the end of time.

(So) farewell my brethren, just for now
we all will meet again
But go now and find your way
for it's not your time to die ? today..

Distant figures upon a hill,
Banners piercing the evening sky.
Swords and lances drawn for the kill,
This time we knew we were going to die!

Brave riders from the west,
Take me on thy sacred quest.
In the fire forge your plight,
and with fire and iron we shall fight!
Hail riders from the west,
Take me on thy sacred quest.
In the fire forge your plight,
and with fire and iron we shall fight!

As a storm they swept through our town,
with torces lit and their sign of the cross.
We ran, we begged but they cut us down.
Oh, why have our Gods forsaken us?

In partibus infidelium,
Pax restituta est
Per bellum iustum!
Deus vult!

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The Devil may take who hides atop their walls,
Tomorrow we'll see them all dead.
We bastard sons will slit their throats,
And paint their hideouts red.

Tomorrow, we move 'cross the brink,
But today we feast and cheer,
'Til the time of war we'll drink,
With our fists raised to the sky.

Now cheer up, my lads,
to our glory we will drink!
For it awaits us on the morrow,
Be you 'live or dead.

Ye brave and hearty men,
Ye proud sons of war,
Salute the flag and shine your sword,
And fill your heads with drink!

We damned kind are the Forlorn Hope,
Convicts, bastards, thieves,
We fight for the glory and to our deaths,
So have a drink now if you please.

Look alive and ready, boys,
This dawn will see our foe die,
When we storm through the breach,
With the colours blazing high!

Ships of the Danish come close to our vessel,
Pillaging will be the course of the day.
Bringing home produce of great variation
Stocking the markets of Sweden today.
Baskets of treasure and barrels of mead,
The traders can't keep for a piece of the lives.
Taking what's rightfully ours isn't evil,
Eventually they'll perish someway in the strife.

Come on mateys, arm for battle,
Man the cannons, aim them high.
Spare no ship from either country,
Raise our flag into the sky.
Share with me the might and glory,
Divy up what's in our hands.
All for those who fight our battles,
And for those who with us stand.

Now that our mission has gracefully ended,
No one can stop us from doing our task.
Sailing again on the great Northern waters,
Emptying tankards and passing the flask.
Let all the richmen be paying their burden,
Conquering Hanse's and leaving them stale.
Equally sharing the plunder amongst us,
Pirates of Honesty, we will prevail.

I am death, I make you cold.
I am sorrow, I make you old.
I am here to make you see,
That only death brings sanctuary.

So come with me now and take my hand,
And we shall leave this blackened land.
Follow me to your salvation,
there's an end to your great desperation.

Who are you, white revenant?
Are you my impending doom?
Are you the cause of my demise?
You have no hold upon me.

I am vengeance your heart's desire,
Your weakness and your burning fire.
It was foretold and you will see,
In my hold you shall ever be.
Resistance is of no use to you.
There's not a thing that you can do.
For no one shall ever hear your cries,
When your despairing voice... dies!

No this thing it cannot be,
Your words are meaningless to me.
You liar, demon, worm-tongued hex!
You have no hold on me!

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
For it's we've received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, me boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.

Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.

Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
And let every man toss off a full bowl;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls.