Hunting Pirates
- Turisas (2011)You are listening to the song Hunting Pirates by Turisas, in album Stand Up And Fight (Limited Edtion). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Full sails ahead, oceans painted red
When the soldiers of fortune hunt for pirates
No questions asked, we fulfil our task
Tones all turn grey after sunset.
Slaying a man, taking what you can
What is right, what is wrong, who can answer?
Sailing the seas, we do just what we please
Emperors, pirates all cancer.
Hoist the sails! Wipe them out now
Kill them all! Let them die
Scum they are! Foe of mankind
Clear the sea! Show no ruth.
We have no choice, it's you who are the bad guys
You've taken it all and yet you still dare to fault
Who are you to judge and condemn us
Underneath the paint your flag is still black.
Hoist the sails! Wipe them out now
Kill them all! Let them die
Scum they are! Foe of mankind
Clear the sea! Show no ruth.
Yes we can, and therefore we do so
Please understand, that there's nothing you can do
The world has changed, your justice is outdated
What is right, is what is right for me.
Full sails ahead, oceans painted red
When the soldiers of fortune hunt for pirates
No questions asked, we fulfil our task
Tones all turn grey after sunset.
Slaying a man, taking what you can
What is right, what is wrong, who can answer?
Sailing the seas, we do just what we please
Emperors, pirates; all cancer.
Share the wealth, your holdings should be ours
It's all a smile on our sunny bright kolkhoz
Where's the crime, when no-one's really losing?
Out of cash? Why don't you print some more.
Full sails ahead, oceans painted red
When the soldiers of fortune hunt for pirates
No questions asked, we fulfil our task
Tones all turn grey after sunset.
Slaying a man, taking what you can
What is right, what is wrong, who can answer?
Sailing the seas, we do just what we please.
Emperors, pirates; all cancer
Both we are but selfish chancers
Taking what's there.
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