Текст песни Siberian Keelhaul - Siberian Meat Grinder
The
winds
of
Siberia
are
filling
our
sail
We
raid
the
inner
seas
and
our
spirits
never
fail
Dead
men
tell
no
tales,
steel
nail,
blood
trail
The
Tsar
is
coming
for
you,
riding
a
killer
whale
We
gonna
hunt
you
down,
you
gonna
lose
some
fat
Bomb
your
town,
take
your
crown,
you're
nothing
but
a
rat
Face
the
dread,
seeing
red
Bang
your
head,
wake
up
dead
We
plunder,
pillage,
vandalize
- that's
a
pirates'
life
for
me
My
cutlass
to
your
guts,
your
skull
will
hit
the
deck
Under
the
banner
of
the
Tsar
we
raid
the
boiling
bloody
sea
We
gonna
sink
your
fleet
and
make
you
walk
the
plank
Sea
raiders
of
the
Tsar
will
never
have
a
rest
I
look
into
your
soul
and
take
you
for
the
test
Space
Quest,
You'd
better
hide
in
your
hole
The
heretics
and
traitors:
time
for
keelhaul
The
Flying
Siberian
is
coming
for
your
gold
Deathmold,
life's
sold,
terror
untold
You're
dead
meat,
that's
your
fault
Sharks
will
feed
You've
been
told
Walk
the
plank!
The
Original
Pirate's
Life!
Hit
The
Deck!
Mic
check,
back
to
back
Attack
of
the
wolf
pack,
time
for
strife
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