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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