Hear the drums… The tide obeys… The sea remembers every name… Boom-boom! — Hands on the hull! Boom-boom! — Call of the skull! Stamp your feet, feel the deck awake, The storm’s not death, it’s the breath we take! Hey-ya, hey-ya, roll the waves tonight! Hey-ya, hey-ya, dance the black tide’s fight! Drums of the deep, hearts collide, We sail to doom with the Devil as guide! Left! Right! Raise the flag high! Strike till dawn, Till the sky runs dry! Yo-ho, bom-bom, yo-ho, bom-bom! Blood and rum, blood and drum! Feet and fists, the storm will come! The tide has no mercy... But she loves the sound of war.
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