We see a light, on the cold distant horizon
Followed by a thunder, on this twilight they're in sight
It's the legion of the cursed
The fleet of thousands souls
They were banished from their land
To oppress and darken the seas
Brothers in arms ! We must defend our ship
At the risk of our lives
Canons ! Get ready to fire !
(it) won't be the end of our quest
Ocean of torment, lying in their eyes
Vision of sadness, keepers of death
Smashing our anchor of iron and dust
Throwing our torches, the fire from hell
We must be fierce, there is no time to cry
This is our time fellows, they have to die !
Lost in their wrath, from the chaos inside their heart
They will find their freedom in death
In the abyss of infiniteness
Look at these fools ! All made of flesh and blood
We are thousands of souls !
Archers ! Start bending your bows !
(it) will be the end of their journey
Ocean of torment, lying in their eyes
Vision of sadness, keepers of death
At the end will remain one of us
Gnawed by anger inside
They will find their end
Consumed by the Darkness
Here their fate
Great walls of water, surrounding the ship
Our reign of terror, will soon find his end
Glorious battle, we faced the dark ship
Their souls will perish, deep inside the sea
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