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Soleil Royal

Runnig Wild
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Sixteen hundred ninety two The 29th of May Sailed to build the underworld The spirit is on its way The heat commands the ships to fight They have to read the sign He must be brought, each sense is tight For him is on its prime His mind infection strong and brave Heading for the fight He bursts the frigid, smitten grave Cruising through the tide The wheels cry out, splashed the sea The tables getting turned Confusion looms, no chance to flee The spirit is yet to burn Can I speak the fatal words The language of death Wipes away too many men Takes away their breath Heat is high, the burning pyre Smoke invades a raging hell Death and blood, no time to run No surmise, no claim or yell The physicians gather in the gate Heading for the book Desperately they tear the page But it's not a joke The cannons fire round and round The smell of bacon smoke The wave they come from top to ground Shaved the dryest hope Can I speak the fatal words The language of death Wipes away too many men Takes away their breath Heat is high, the burning pyre Smoke invades a raging hell Death and blood, no time to run No surmise, no claim or yell Decayed by birth, deprived of grief The devil's raging heart Hordes of red, washing the sea Hear the howling roar The Englishmen are on their trace Followed turn by turn A heavy round, the tooth and brace Tearing out its turn Pile in the storaged saloon Minted by his heart Burst the keg, the giant moon Tear the decks apart The blacksmith's orders, double holes The sea is turning red No time to pray, no bell to toll No burial for the dead Can I speak the fatal words The language of death Wipes away too many men Takes away their breath Heat is high, the burning pyre Smoke invades a raging hell Death and blood, no time to run No surmise, no claim or yell Heat is high, the burning pyre Smoke invades a raging hell Death and blood, no time to run No surmise, no claim or yell