eyes from the Haitian sun But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance In Port-au-Prince
hypocrites, yeah Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa When the Oxford hits
4. Into the Arena 5. Uaschitschun 6. Final Gates 7. Conquistadores 8. Blown to Kingdom Come 9. Warchild 10. Mutiny 11. Calico Jack
Traducere: Royal Crown Revue. Port-au-Prince (călătoreşte cu Bettie Page).
Traducere: Running Wild. Port Royal.
: No more eagles gonna ride the wind Turning circles in the sky Badlands growing and the bison's gone Uaschitschun tell me why Why'd you kill my creed
: 4. Into the Arena 5. Uaschitschun 6. Final Gates 7. Conquistadores 8. Blown to Kingdom Come 9. Warchild 10. Mutiny 11. Calico Jack
: Can you see the licking flame Waiting for its time Its increasing energy Preparing for the prime Fed up with your boring prate All senses gettin lost
: When I was a kid they tought me their rules We did anything they want, we did it like fools Their book was holy, we learned it by heart Their holy
: Pain of hunger's growing stronger The wages are gone, can't wait no longer I have to sign on under every flag If I want to live, I have to fag Engaged
in the air While flag's rising, mainmast breaks Ears go deaf by my brother's blare Upper deck is taken over All of sudden a yelling cry Ports turn open
: Out in the world you can watch'em struggling For a small piece of luck They won't die with a smile on their trace For possession they'd kill their
: Exploring the seas to conquer new lands Troops arrayed by the church Sanctified and blessed they set out Crusaders, gentiles' scourge They fight,
: They imagine a heaven Talk about hell They can't live without a remission Plentiful punichment for Numerous sins Suffering their oun crurl invention
Hey You shed your reputation Now Deny your compensation So put your pardon in me It pays To tell me I'm forgiven Raise The standard stop you're living
From Port Royal to Le Roy I am yours Jamaica Lady. My heart is sinking like a stone You have lived in my soul Fair thee well, Jamaica Lady It is the saddest
Hit the shore/a former king's Residence/in the district of the North/the crown of england is risking All for sovereignty at stanley port. The mission
