The ship is sailing in tonight
The dark is hunting down the last tear of light
We may have won the battle but not the war
And the godess of sea just screams: „give me more“

„Give me more,
Give me more, blood of unlucky sailors.“

We find our shelter in a forgotten cove
the river to insanity, we slowly row
To those who are sick we give medicine and gin
To those who are well the same old trip to hell.

Trip to hell,
trip to hell, I bid you farwell.

Farwell. Farwell.

I´m pegged legged, one eyed, aint we all ?
I´ll keep on sailing the sea untill i fall.
And the souls of the one I left at desert island shores
Will hunt me till the end, thats! For! Sure!

Thats for sure
Thats for sure, dadidadidada rum!

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