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We see a light, on the cold distant horizon

Followed by a thunder, on this twilight they're in sight

It's the legion of the cursed

The fleet of thousands souls

They were banished from their land

To oppress and darken the seas

Brothers in arms ! We must defend our ship

At the risk of our lives

Canons ! Get ready to fire !

(it) won't be the end of our quest

Ocean of torment, lying in their eyes

Vision of sadness, keepers of death

Smashing our anchor of iron and dust

Throwing our torches, the fire from hell

We must be fierce, there is no time to cry

This is our time fellows, they have to die !

Lost in their wrath, from the chaos inside their heart

They will find their freedom in death

In the abyss of infiniteness

Look at these fools ! All made of flesh and blood

We are thousands of souls !

Archers ! Start bending your bows !

(it) will be the end of their journey

Ocean of torment, lying in their eyes

Vision of sadness, keepers of death

At the end will remain one of us

Gnawed by anger inside

They will find their end

Consumed by the Darkness

Here their fate

Great walls of water, surrounding the ship

Our reign of terror, will soon find his end

Glorious battle, we faced the dark ship

Their souls will perish, deep inside the sea