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Sailors, you take in the topsail

The mast is splitting and ready to break

Make fast the lines

In the name of king

Remember the lives that we take

None that I care for as much as my own

I don’t need a word from the lords

Calm down the sea

If you have the power

Before we are thrown overboard

Rot, decay

Triton has his way

Hang you whore’s son, insolent dog

All is lost to mist and fog

Shattered to splinters

And dashed on the rocks

The wreck of the ship slips away

Clinging to beams alone in the night

Stars glisten the peaks of the waves

Rot, decay

Prospero has his way

Hell is now empty,

The devils are all here.

Hope is carried down

By the spirit of the waves.

Dread

Black magic

Spells

Follow me

Batten down the hatches

Toe the line and take the helm

Swells are battering the hull can’t take much more

Sails are ripped tattered and torn.

[Solo: Johnson]

Twelve years I will have to wait for revenge

Marooned on this desolate isle

Magic the key

To master my fate;

The throne once again will be mine.