| Thunder shakes the wooden hull, the rigging breaks like glass | 
| The cannons fire consistently, their enemy to blast | 
| Pirate vessel’s changing course, the navy’s giving chase | 
| The tactic of entangling is the gauntlet in their face, oh yeah | 
| Powder kegs and iron balls, thunder cracks the rail | 
| Splintered masts and tattered ropes, the fire eats the sail | 
| The lion-heart's the only way to overcome the fight | 
| Back to back no fear at all, the pirates are standing tight | 
| Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites | 
| A wall of fire is on the horizon | 
| Fading breath, too much death | 
| Too much blood and too much pain | 
| Powder and iron, gun down the flag | 
| In rapid succession the thunder will crack | 
| Powder and iron, the fire will blow | 
| The devil is waiting to take their souls away, away | 
| The privateers are in a plight, cornered by the fleet | 
| The mariners are trying hard, their gallows-poles to feed | 
| The pirate vessel’s sailing fast, firing around | 
| The naval-ship is on the loose, sinking to the ground | 
| Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites | 
| A wall of fire is on the horizon | 
| Fading breath, too much death | 
| Too much blood and too much pain | 
| Powder and iron, gun down the flag | 
| In rapid succession the thunder will crack | 
| Powder and iron, the fire will blow | 
| The devil is waiting to take their souls away | 
| Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites | 
| A wall of fire is on the horizon | 
| Fading breath, too much death | 
| Too much blood and too much pain | 
| Powder and iron, gun down the flag | 
| In rapid succession the thunder will crack | 
| Powder and iron, the fire will blow | 
| The devil is waiting to take their souls away | 
| Powder and iron, gun down the flag | 
| In rapid succession the thunder will crack | 
| Powder and iron, the fire will blow | 
| The devil is waiting to take their souls away, away, away | 
| Yeah |