Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Δευτέρα, 1 Ιουλίου 2013

Curls of the Judge

 You don't know where you are? It's Port Royal!

And as we sailed away
From the cursed shored of Port Royale
Our thoughts filled with loot we 've stolen
Rum dizzied our minds and heightened our morale

Sailing into never, fever dreams we had
The seven seas took us under the seven Heavens
When the compass of desire showed us the way
The land of New Hope came to be sixties and sevens

Being a pirate is not easy
Everybody holds a grudge
Life, lust, love and all possessions
Are lost into the curls of the judge

"Anchors aweigh!", our crew and we were caugth
To the courts of Justice starbound we were brought
As I looked upon the judge, his hand pointing at the starry night
Showed us what expected the life for which we fought

Being a pirate is not easy
Everybody holds a grudge
Life, lust, love and all possessions
Are lost into the curls of the judge

Isla de Muerte, an island of hanging men
Name's not quite random, I can tell you this much
If your compass ever shows that place off the map
Never go that way, escape the treasure's clutch!
   It will haunt you at first touch

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