Edge of Cutlass
It's time for the prey, our fight's already lost
By a landlubber not worth any trust
We are guided by gold he puts in our mouths
By the greed that creeps among us
The hour struck, full broadside attack
Against a Spanish Man-of-war
We followed gold, his foolish heart
Straight to maws of demise
From the edge of cutlass we hang
For a few measly pieces, 'a pieces of eight
Shark bait, he gave us no chance
There's no hope, there's no chance - we should have fled!
It's time to make a move, we're under an assault
Heavy pounding, it feels like a storm
Of iron, molten lead, the Spaniard's done us in
Another moment and we are lost at sea
He tries to burn his past with a match
But you cannot kill the smell of a rat
Reputation's not a thing you can buy
Men of sea won't stand by your side
From the edge of the cutlass we hang
For a few measly pieces, 'a pieces of eight
Shark bait, he gave us no chance
There's no hope, there's no chance - we should have fled
From the edge of the cutlass we fell
Without any payment, with nothing to take
Revenge, will it save us from death
Is there hope, slightest chance - will we live yet?
Face the end!
Upon the burning border
'Tween nothingness and hell
Staring down the cannon barrel
Death frozen in its steps
The shards of death
Fragments of time
Meeting the end
By the edge of the scythe
Aaaargh!
By frustration driven forward we sail
What could happen - we're commanded by a rat
It's a mercy to bring him to an end
Let him suffer, let him suffer till he's dead
By a landlubber not worth any trust
We are guided by gold he puts in our mouths
By the greed that creeps among us
The hour struck, full broadside attack
Against a Spanish Man-of-war
We followed gold, his foolish heart
Straight to maws of demise
From the edge of cutlass we hang
For a few measly pieces, 'a pieces of eight
Shark bait, he gave us no chance
There's no hope, there's no chance - we should have fled!
It's time to make a move, we're under an assault
Heavy pounding, it feels like a storm
Of iron, molten lead, the Spaniard's done us in
Another moment and we are lost at sea
He tries to burn his past with a match
But you cannot kill the smell of a rat
Reputation's not a thing you can buy
Men of sea won't stand by your side
From the edge of the cutlass we hang
For a few measly pieces, 'a pieces of eight
Shark bait, he gave us no chance
There's no hope, there's no chance - we should have fled
From the edge of the cutlass we fell
Without any payment, with nothing to take
Revenge, will it save us from death
Is there hope, slightest chance - will we live yet?
Face the end!
Upon the burning border
'Tween nothingness and hell
Staring down the cannon barrel
Death frozen in its steps
The shards of death
Fragments of time
Meeting the end
By the edge of the scythe
Aaaargh!
By frustration driven forward we sail
What could happen - we're commanded by a rat
It's a mercy to bring him to an end
Let him suffer, let him suffer till he's dead
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Writer(s): Vane
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