Port Royal
Album - 1988 - Debaser id 86740

They imagine a heaven
Talk about hell
They can't live without a remission

Plentiful punichment for
Numerous sins
Suffering their oun crurl invention

Their heaven is boring
Their hell's a state joke
Faith is their one vindication

Doubt is forbidden
Joy is tabooed
For a folly there's no hesitation

Sacrifice their life for a lie
A thousand sheep have come to die
Down the thumb there's no remorse
It's the time for martyres

Into the Arena - go down
Into the Arena - show-down now
Into the Arena - the beasts are prepared
Into the Arena

Hunting the witches
Considered to be
Riding on brooms in the dark night

No mercy for people
Who dare to oppose
Mediaevel church was a scourge in its pride

Millions of people
Killed for the cross
By relentless religion - disgusting

There is no excuse
For things they have done
In the name of their God - it's a bad thing

Sacrifice their life for a lie
A thousand sheep have come to die
Down the thumb there's no remorse
It's the time for martyres

Into the Arena - go down
Into the Arena - show-down now
Into the Arena - the beasts are prepared
Into the Arena

Lock your door the Priest is Coming
Beware of All the Parsons

Today it's all different
A daring contention
They talk about love and forgiving

But still they are hunting
Now we are the victims
Maybe they are evious for our living

Sacrifice their life for a lie
A thousand sheep have come to die
Down the thumb there's no remorse
It's the time for martyres

Into the Arena - go down
Into the Arena - show-down now
Into the Arena - the beasts are prepared
Into the Arena

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
Claiming earth and wind
You never kept your vow
But you can't lock me in

I'm riding free
Riding free with the wind
Free as an eagle
Proud as a king

My mother's the earth and my father's the wind
You can't possess them, they are free
It's time for you to see what you have done
Can't hold my soul cause I will flee

Why you kill yourself
Ravage what you need to live
You can't eat your gold
Nature's calling you

Instrumental.

Exploring the seas to conquer new lands
Troops arrayed by the church
Sanctified and blessed they set out
Crusaders, gentiles' scourge

They fight, they kill, they rape
Under the banner of the 'holy' church
They hunt, they lie, they cheat, thry steal
Doing dirty deeds under churchbell's peal

Conquistadores -
- Hungry for gold, doing as the religious madman told
Conquistadores -
- Religion's knight, havoc and death caused by pride

Pearls of glass for ingets of gold
Violence, force and deceit
Taking the wealth or the Indian's life
Their way of feeding their greed

Heathen must turn to Christianity
It's like 'believe or die'
Arrogance and blindless, religion's force
Believers never ask the reason why

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 mothers
For some bucks they deny themselves
And the whole world is right in that trace

They are Riding Forth
No time to lose
Got to alter every place
They are Riding Forth
No way to choose
And the next step's out to space

With a high hand they watch their buildings
Self-righteously praise their deeds
No time for recess on their way

In a way it is quite amusing
But it's afake of deepest dye
Let's hope they'll see it one day

They are Riding Forth
No time to lose
Got to alter every place
They are Riding Forth
No way to choose
And the next step's out to space

Pay Attention to History
Look at All the Things They've Done
No Remains, There's No Thing Left
It's All Blown to Kingdom Come

Up with the roger, the vessel is close
Cannons are loaded, the weapons prepared
Set up more sails, the distance grows
They try to escape but we shan't care

Calico Jack Listen and hear my command
Calico Jack I lead you to victory
Calico Jack We shall win in the end
Calico Jack You may believe what I foresee

Down with the roger, the vessel's too far
It's time for the flag, no remorse
Anne and Mary, more rum in my jar
I need more refreshment, before we set course

Changing the course now, we must fet in touch
Triple afford, he must not escape
Our breath in their neck, they feel our grudge
We have to hurry, to get them in scrape

Fight

Acrid smell of smoke 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, what a mess
Soldiers get out, comrades die
Desperate fights, we're on the loose

[THE JUDGE]

John Rackham
You are charged with murder and piracy of the high seas
In the name of Her Majesty you will be taken from this court
And hung, drawn and quartered

What are your last words, accused?

[CALICO JACK]

My last words? Ha ha!!!
Who do you think you are?!
What right have you to judge over my destiny?!
Take your pompous words and stick'em where the sun don't shine
I swear we meet again
Bye