DOTLAN EveMaps

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The privateer is watching
The moon provides the only light
Roaring winds are blowing
A flag appears out of the night
Guns are spitting fire
The cannonball tears up the rail
The vessel's changing course
The thunderstorm blows up the sail
A furious fight is raging
Red-hot cannon's shooting hard
Iron balls are flying
Tearing all the planks apart
His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee
His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer
He fights the covered evil without a fear
Oh, the privateer
The sea-dog's reamed in legends
It said he had the second sight
His assignment must be holy
He fought the fight with power and pride
The key to ancient wisdom
The power to have seen the truth
He'll return to holy ground
Where his tortured soul had died in youth
His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee
His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer
He fights the covered evil without a fear
Oh, the privateer
His allseeing spy-glass is aiming at the sea
No mariner has the slightest chance to flee
His crystal ball's revealing where he has to steer
He fights the covered evil without a fear
Oh, the privateer!